Jesus won’t fan the flames,
Of your broken heart, or
Dry the tears that cling to
It’s despairing walls,
Until you dust off your
Spiritual bones,
And de-rust your sense of trust…
Then watch the healing breath,
Of Divine Love,
Breeze through and all around,
The fresh air of grace...
Clearing away stagnant
Remnants of a broken past,
Sad souls reawakening,
Lives once damaged…
Renewed.
-Gilda Patricia
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Beautiful Gilda! The grace of God is always with us, only we need to perceive it to receive. ❤❤❤❤❤
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Yes! Thanks for sharing insight and for liking!😃❤❤❤❤
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❤❤❤❤❤❤
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Oh that IS Good!
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Awww, thanks!
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Most welcome 🙂
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