and absorb into your very being.
the autumn leaves are swept up in reverse
baggage claim seems so far away
and even when peace is something you carry
adoration takes cover
as pelting river pains come from all directions
leaving without warning
but broken bones heal so much more strong than before
no more following the wind
follow the rock
follow the One who tells mountains to move and they obey
His eyes cannot be described.
I will not sing of what He looks like until I see first hand
but I know with a spirit so Holy, He must be worthy of adoration
He must be beautiful.
He must shine brighter than anything my eyes have ever known
He must be love.
He is love
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