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Godly Love

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sakurascorpion

Published: Dec 19, 2015

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Beauty so wild and free
Absolutely stunning me
Seems unreal, impossible
The colors vibrant and aglow
With perfection blended together
Each element seems to grow
Better than my imagination
Better than anything man made
In every small situation
I start to see the hand of fate
of course the beauty brings
With it struggles aplenty
Costs grow as dreams do
The darkness always returns
But Lord, Your hand is seen
As you sweep colors across
Your canvas of sky
With the sun Your paint
And Your mercy and benevolence
Can be felt with every
Sunrise and sunset
Caressing the world with
Just a touch of Your love
All of creation healed again
By a simple whisper of wind...

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