I was sitting in front of a statue of Our Lady of Fatima on a visit to California. This statue has wept many times, her cheeks now stained with aromatic oil. As I sat there with my guitar, this song came to me…
I was sitting in front of a statue of Our Lady of Fatima on a visit to California. This statue has wept many times, her cheeks now stained with aromatic oil. As I sat there with my guitar, this song came to me…