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In His Eyes
 




Remember, as the mornings number your days,
that God Himself is due your utmost praise.
You, a precious artwork of creation,
are subject to His tender ministration.
Absolutely pleasure to his heart,
unique, you are His treasure, set apart.
Just fine detail sees you differ from the rest,
like intricacies of your soul, not how you're dressed.
Everyone leaves special heartprints on their way,
else what would be the point to 'seize the day'?


Quote: Margaret Mead


For my precious friend, Heather
with smiles, love & blessings...




By cherryk

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