Inspired by a night of wind, a morning of grace...
You
start all my songs, all my stories--
but not just mine. Every good song,
every good story.
Author.
You
clean and bind and heal
my wounds
even when I think I'd rather hurt
in familiar pain.
Healer.
You
lavish gifts of love, acceptance, joy
more than I deserve
--grace--
You are good.
Giver.
You
sacrificed The Most Precious
One
for me, for people, for togetherness.
Redeemer.
You, Lover of my soul.
You, Lord of my life.
You, King of all kings.
You, Glorious, Majestic, I AM.
Yes, You ARE.
I love it, Megan.
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