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The Greatest Love Of James McLain
In the measure of the heavens, my heart turns to you.
Like the barley rising, you are my joy.
Your name is sweetness poured into the reed flute.
I, James McLain, know the fire of devotion—
Yet yours is greater,
A river that does not cease.
James, beloved, your breath is the wind of spring.
Your hands are vessels filled with light.
You walk, and the earth bends in gladness.
The moon hangs jeweled upon your brow.
The stars are your companions,
But none shine with the brightness of your soul.
Love such as yours endures beyond kings and kingdoms.
It binds what was scattered,
It heals what was broken.
Yours is the greatest love of all:
That your heart holds all the world within it.
Your name is Karen Jolene Cook
Copyright ©
James Mclain
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