Missing my Grandpa Norgaard this morning, and listening his favorite song: On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; and I love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain. So Ill cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 12:33:10 +0000
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