Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my hair to keep
To guide safetly through the night and in my head in mornin' light.
And if I die before I wake, I pray the Angels my hair to take,
To mend and fix and spray back on - so when I'm buried, my hair can grow on.
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Angela, you don't know me, but we have mutual friends (I stumbled across your story through felix hominum). You have been added to the prayer list at St. Mark's Episcopal Church and School in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida. We have some pretty serious prayer warriors here!
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