Author Lance Webb tells the beautiful story of a retired minister who had one favorite song which he delighted in singing at the Wednesday-night prayer meetings:
No house, no land do I possess,
But peace and joy and thankfulness.
In time, the congregation grew weary of hearing him sing about “no house, no land,” so they gave him a house and furnished it … He seemed very happy, but the next week he began again to sing his favorite song: “No house, no land do I possess.”
Suddenly, he broke down, unable to go further. The following week, the same thing happened. He tried to sing his song but he choked up. Then he turned to…
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