Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing / If You Could Hie to Kolob

Only very rarely does music actually move me to tears, but this did.

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Innocence (1893) And I looked and beheld the virgin again, bearing a child in her arms. And the angel said unto...