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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Falling

Jesus, You are the beautiful One.
Your hands holding all that You made.
All that You love.
Leaves of fire and gold.
Falling and floating.
On the great breast of You.
Drifting dreamily.
No fear of graveyard ground.
Leaves trust.
Leaving everything to Creator God.
And I want to fall like that.

Down into You,

Bernadette

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