Silent Service
Silent Service She sought no praise from man. A quiet soul, and she served on no church committee. Rather inconspicuous, her body was frail, her movements were slow. Would she ever be missed? The frame surrendered. The pastor, and a few others, showed respect and dignity in their farewell. On Sunday morning the faithful noticed the pews were covered in dust.
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