She isn’t perfect, but she’s close,
Because she doesn’t care.Her beauty isn’t what drives her
To joy or to despair.
She lives to offer what she can
To those who pass her way,
Whether it be a brief respite
Of joy in a rushed day,
Or an encouragement to trust
There’s peace for those who pray.
She stands where all those who pass by
Can see the life she lives.
A life that makes her lovelier
Through all the joy she gives.
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