The Song In My Night


I wrote this story almost fifty years ago, and have learned more of God� loving care for us. We had gone to Burns Lake with a new car, one child, and a thousand dollars.

Ten years later we left with an old car, four children, and six hundred dollars. Through all this we gained a new and better life under God�s watchful eye. He became a friend and helper in the years ahead.
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The Song In My Night


I wrote this story almost fifty years ago, and have learned more of God� loving care for us. We had gone to Burns Lake with a new car, one child, and a thousand dollars.

Ten years later we left with an old car, four children, and six hundred dollars. Through all this we gained a new and better life under God�s watchful eye. He became a friend and helper in the years ahead.
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The Song In My Night

The Song In My Night

by Hilda Harder
The Song In My Night

The Song In My Night

by Hilda Harder

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Overview



I wrote this story almost fifty years ago, and have learned more of God� loving care for us. We had gone to Burns Lake with a new car, one child, and a thousand dollars.

Ten years later we left with an old car, four children, and six hundred dollars. Through all this we gained a new and better life under God�s watchful eye. He became a friend and helper in the years ahead.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940149469543
Publisher: FriesenPress
Publication date: 05/22/2014
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 64
File size: 4 MB

About the Author



We lived in Prince George from 1960 to 1980 where my husband Del worked as a milkman, bus driver and taxi driver. Later on he became a successful builder, constructing many fine homes. Here we had two more children. We faced many joys and sorrows as we travelled life�s road, but none so difficult as the death of our son Randy...

Do not touch my heart of ice...

spilling, melting...

left as a crumpled empty thing,

for �one is not.�

But as I write, warm drops melt the ice,

tears flow

healing as they roll.

�Oh, God, fix my heart

on a coming time

when my dear one is

forevermore...
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