human
How is it with our friend?
gpt
It is all over,
human
The Lord bless and comfort his stricken ones, said the minister as he arose and stood for a few moments with his hand resting on the bowed head of Mrs. Birtwell.
gpt
The Lord make us wiser, more self-denying and more loyal to duty. Out of sorrow let joy come, out of trouble peace; out of suffering and affliction a higher, purer and nobler life for us all. We are in his merciful hands, and he will make us instruments of blessing if we but walk in the ways he would lead us. Alas that we have turned from him so often to walk in our own paths and follow the devices of our own hearts! His ways are way of pleasantness and his paths are peace, but ours wind too often among thorns and briars, or go down into the gloomy valley and shadow of death.
human
If any have stumbled through us and fallen by the way, said Mr. Elliott,