Lord, give me words, when words are fewA heart made still, a vision true.Let every line I write revealThe hidden wounds that You can heal. Let beauty rise from things unseen,Let faith bloom, where sorrows been.And when my final verse is through,May every word lead back to You.
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Tell the moon you love me,I’ll tell the stars the same.As we orbit cupids soul,The love will save us once again.
Smith Shine Poetry 