Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
An Imperfect Reflection of Him
The reflection in the water
Obscures the moons true face
And yet the fractured image there
Is perfect in its grace,
For, while it’s not a faultless match
To that transcendent light,
Its marred perfection still reflects It’s maker just as bright.
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