My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Tell me again
Tell me again how much do you love me, how much do you dance over me. Tell me what were you thinking when I was formed. Tell me that I am worth it. Tell me that I am created for your very purpose.
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I can just imagine someone dancing at this very spot and singing this to God. How beautiful.
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