i didn't have the camera with me today - it really wasn't the place to take one.
she stood and twirled her dress. she squatted and held her chin in her hands. she watched - while the men took turns shoveling dirt into her daddy's grave. the people around her sang. her mommy cried. she held the roses. she twirled some more. till the dirt was mounded and she laid her flowers down. she just watched.
i watched too & bit my lip. i love their tradition.
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How great is our God, sing with me
How great is our God, and all will see
How great, how great is our God
Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
My heart will sing
How great is our God
How great is our God, sing with me
How great is our God, and all will see
How great, how great is our God -chris tomlin
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