The art of the heavens
Is in our hands,
To shape, to paint
But never understand.
Rather, to accept ,
To feel,
The shivers
Echoing in our blood.
The joys, the mysteries,
Never completely bared,
Only the beauty
Forever to be shared.
As I think of Him
And see His face
He is the eminent flower,
The vision of grace.
Is in our hands,
To shape, to paint
But never understand.
Rather, to accept ,
To feel,
The shivers
Echoing in our blood.
The joys, the mysteries,
Never completely bared,
Only the beauty
Forever to be shared.
As I think of Him
And see His face
He is the eminent flower,
The vision of grace.
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