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It isn’t gold or diamonds or something you can see, the Lord has sent me out upon The quest for the best in me.

Third Hour


I sit and look around at you
You women of the Lord
Gathered in this simple class
Each members of our ward
There is a reason you are here
To learn or grow or teach
It’s up to you to find out why
His purposes to seek
                          ~by Kathryn Chapman
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