Each night that I put my little girls to bed, I sing them a song. It 
is of Irish origin and my absolute favorite hymn, "Be Thou My Vision." It is the 
most succinct and yet descriptive way that I personally feel about God. The 
memory of their mother singing will return to them until their dying day when 
they hear it. I desire not only for an overwhelming warmth to flow through their 
veins because of remembering my alto voice and all that came with "mother," but 
also a comfort in the truth of the words to sustain them.
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