A season of growth
Lies discarded on the ground
Beautiful letdown
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A season of growth
Lies discarded on the ground
Beautiful letdown
The tomb is empty
All sin’s burdens roll away
God’s weight loss program
Fog obscures the path
Danger lurks around the bend
Your love points me home
Captured by my lens,
You remain frozen in place;
time does not exist.
Sometimes the weather
is more what you choose to see
than what can be felt
Train your eyes to see
Not the damage or the scars,
But the true beauty.
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We are all wounded,
Locked into our own ‘less than’;
Mercy lets us bloom.
Strawberry kisses,
Stolen moments in the sun;
Summer’s great romance