Several years ago when I had served in Young Women’s, the YW president decided that she would like all of the YW to learn a hymn. The hymn she chose was “I Know That My Redeemer Lives” (here).
I had already memorized the hymn though not necessarily
on purpose. I am always touched in such a way that my eyes are so moist with
tears that the words seem to blur and I can never read the hymn.
It was the closing hymn chosen for our
sacrament meeting. Perhaps if I had not
tried to sing it behind my mask, I would have been okay – though I
doubt it. My eyes leaked and my nose
started to run. It was a newly washed
mask!
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