Thought
When tears cascade
Chest surge express
No hiding place of veil
Pure soul bare stands
With open hands
No blemish can assail
When streams cascade
O’er mountain rocks
Poured over edge to fall
At glistening dance
Soul’s breath entrance
And constant grace recall
When dreams cascade
Impressions made
Nurtured seeds to grow
New buds spring bright
To soul’s delight
A debt of thanks to owe
Prayer
O Lord when I stand in truth and wait, you fill me with overflowing grace that spills over and all around. Grant that I may always approach Thee in love and truth, that I may always be filled to overflowing with Thy ever-present grace.
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