Grace
Sometimes I forget about grace. It's a special place. I know that it comes from each race. But the highest form comes from God. Special moments in this world. It's something that can't be replaced. On God's green earth, we all choose to take apart in. Don't ever feel sorry for anyone, just show them how much you love. Try not to be a disgrace to anyone. Love is the greatest power. But without grace, you can't love. Suppose you claim it, but don't show it. That's where grace comes in. Partake in it, it will show you how to love. Grace it's a special place.
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