"I am a child of God, clothed in the divine image, handpicked and cherished by the Creator. My worth is unwavering, my purpose undeniable. No words, no opinions, no doubts can diminish the sacred essence within me. For I am fearfully and wonderfully made, a testament to God's love and grace."
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My heart hears yours.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
#4wordspoet #4wordpoem
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Grandpa raised me to listen to the whisper of grace, tracing out miracles on the edge of my faith
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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents.
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"The funny thing about it is, `I believe as we get older, we start to get giddy about becoming grandparents!"
- William Darnell Sr -
(Source - PoetrySoup.com)
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Grandchildren are their parents blessings but
their grandparents joy.
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No one loves you like a grandparent; they give you a glimpse of what heaven will be.
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My Bio found @ link below
https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/01/12/about-me/
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Sentiment is NOT a synonym for poetry; though a short piece of writing may tug at the heart, poetry requires figurative language, ambiguity, wordplay or a unique perspective of the very familiar.
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