Remove the bandages
From this chasm of pain
The prism of separation,
For with freedom of vision
One word is infinite
to exalt all things
And In dancing sunlight
I see things whole.
Speak the word
Listen to the truth
His planned expression of love
For He who paints the sunset
So gloriously in the sky
Enraptures my soul
Captures my heart
And declares,
I am Precious to Him
He has promised
To turn my crisis into an oasis
Of goodness and mercy.
to be counted as precious by one that chose the color of the sunrise...and set each flower in its place so i could stare across them as they bend to the sun as well...
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