...On a side note, today is the 265th anniversary of the very first TOWN MEETING held in Boston!! (I bet it was gilmore-esk, except with every one in puritanical clothing...and probably not so many laughs...Sad.)
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
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