Peace
My comfort, when times are hard I know I can lean on you. You take me as I am arms outstreached. So loving. Love, with no limitations. I make mistakes, am broken and empty but you fill me with peace. Peace of mind. I know that no matter how many times I turn from you when I choose to run to you your arms will be outstreached waiting to receive your child. You blot out my transgression I am forever changed. I've been found, saved, healed, redeemed. No words can espress my love for you and yet still I say thank you. Thank you.
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