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precious in His sight
 



We like precious stones, all fit in picture
unique shades, colors, footprints.
sculpted by God himself,
He created each one different.

His eyes never sleep, always watching
what man is doing, measures the heart.
words mean nothing,action counts
helping brother, good way to start.






By girlsisy

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