The way sunbeams
Pierce the gray
Morning clouds
The way a melody
Sweetly greets
My morning yawn
A quiet breeze
Causing the trees
To gently sway
A blade of grass
Singly illuminated
By the afternoon sun
The way pinks and reds
Grace the horizon
Right before nightfall
The way Grace
Eases the fears that
Arrive with the dark
Each experience
Accepted with
No sense of doubt
Knowing the Source
Is always present
Even though unseen
Piano Girl 
wonderful; Faith is powerful and yet so gentle in its application —
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Thank you, John. You are so right.
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Faith. How beautiful, Kelley. This may be one of my favorites. How do I choose? ♥️💚❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻
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You’re too kind. ❤️ Thank you.
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It’s my blessing. And true! 💞💞💞
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