I read it wrong between the flowers at first and thought you had written "strumpets." LMAO But the post headline had already told me otherwise, and I love that Haydn piece.
Jane, from Holy and Great Saturday until about Tuesday of Easter Week I was humming to myself "and let your strumpets shout salvation." A great image of all the sanctified tarts praising Jesus! I will be in that number when the saints go marching in.
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I read it wrong between the flowers at first and thought you had written "strumpets." LMAO But the post headline had already told me otherwise, and I love that Haydn piece.
Jane, from Holy and Great Saturday until about Tuesday of Easter Week I was humming to myself "and let your strumpets shout salvation." A great image of all the sanctified tarts praising Jesus! I will be in that number when the saints go marching in.
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