“I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where were are but does not leave us where it found us.”
Anne Lamott
My heart Is an empty canvas Paint me... Paint me In your watercolor hues Your sad blues And your passion pinks Your quiet greens And your fiery reds Spill yourself over me Use your fingers Cover me in your rainbow And your mark Make my empty yours Make it beautiful Like you
Beautiful
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Thank you and thank you for taking a moment to let me know you liked it.
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Pleasure is mine 😊
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That’s really good! I wish I had written it. You have a gift.
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Occasionally with the right inspiration something seemingly worthwhile dribbles out. Thanks!
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Such is writing!
Your welcome.
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