It’s not that they are fair of face,
Nor that they move with perfect grace,
It’s not that they thrive in their place
That makes them seem more fine, less base.
It’s that they live in Your embrace!
For there’s no joy that’s more divine,
Than knowing that Your love is mine.
Luke 12:27
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or
spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one
of these.
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