There once was Fitzhugh

There once was a man named Fitzhugh

He loved sailing the waves so blue

He navigated dead reckoning,

Suddenly hit a sandbar beckoning,

Gone were all his treasures and Fitzhugh.

G.W.

A person is born, lives a life, then dies. Short, isn’t it? Life, I mean.

“What good is it of a man if he gains the whole world but loses his own soul?” Matthew 16:26

When God leads you to His Son Jesus there is only one effort you have to make. Take that leap — into the Saviors arms.



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