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Constellations in heart,
weaved through faith.
He, the moving rhythm, forms shadowed dust creatively at each request.
He presses thy hands to His smiles.
Shackles and chains melted into Grace’s ribbon.
Thou hath been severed by death’s gap, now freed to Heaven’s kiss.
The Perfector’s arms wrapped in the sinners winter, inclining we to comfort’s bliss.
weaved through faith.
He, the moving rhythm, forms shadowed dust creatively at each request.
He presses thy hands to His smiles.
Shackles and chains melted into Grace’s ribbon.
Thou hath been severed by death’s gap, now freed to Heaven’s kiss.
The Perfector’s arms wrapped in the sinners winter, inclining we to comfort’s bliss.