The tangles of my inner workings,
every piece of me.
What I would see as knot and stain,
fault or irregularity,
You see as uniqueness and potential,
a diamond in the rough.
My God is the everlasting optimist,
the hope where there is no hope,
the light in the darkness,
the warmth in the cold.
Like the light of a risen moon
cascading over the landscape,
you guide our forlorn souls
through to daybreak,
to the knowledge of You,
to Your plans for me.
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the sky cloudless,
and we are enveloped in warmth,
completely and utterly satisfied
in the rays
of Your all consuming
Presence.
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