Loves Hand
candles lit in unity,
with prayers of repetition for his glory to be seen,
tears falling like rain to the ground,
echoing loves sound,
that idea of unable that's seen as disabled,
but there is so much more than what's seen brought to the table,
to be.......before doing,
to love.......before seeing,
interrupting our comfortable living,
without knowing the ties,
faith opens our eyes,
and we recognize.....loves hand.
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