Blinking up at the stars I see
What is right in front of me
A billion reasons like grains of sand
Painted by the Father’s hand
Reflected in the perfect light
Though I may doubt He got it right
Make no mistake of who you are
God dipped you from His favorite jar
I particuarly appreciate the last two lines of your poem.
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Thank you, Liz! The muse came through on that, I agree! ;-)))
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I love it when that happens! The muse can be a bit temperamental and fickle.
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Indeed… Like most of the past year! ;-)))
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I think everyone should have this sort of image. When I was little, I didn’t understand how important it was to believe that Jesus/God loves you. As an adult, I understand more than ever how important something seemingly so simple is.
Not that I’ll ever understand perfectly in this life. đŸ˜‰
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Amen, sister!
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