GRACE
Gently passing through what others rush Resting in the soft of an imperfect day A tenderness you carry into each encounter Choosing to see light in what seems dim Even flawed, the world is still a gift
Gently passing through what others rush Resting in the soft of an imperfect day A tenderness you carry into each encounter Choosing to see light in what seems dim Even flawed, the world is still a gift
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