Kisses and Roses By Donna Y. Gurr
I looked at the face of Jesus and held His beautiful countenance in my hands, inches from mine. He gently kissed my cheek, my forehead, even the tip of my nose. Over and over, He tenderly . . .
I looked at the face of Jesus and held His beautiful countenance in my hands, inches from mine. He gently kissed my cheek, my forehead, even the tip of my nose. Over and over, He tenderly . . .