Sister Gertrude Morgan: The Mystic of New Orleans - Book - Page 58
When people came to see me I would sit them down,
hand them a hand-painted fan to keep them cool
in the summer heat, and begin my prayer:
“Bless the dear little group. They may have heard of you before . . . help
them to love you as much as I do. I can’t explain how happy I am.”
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