I realized one morning that I would love it more if you would give me a pot of ungrown flowers than a bouquet of store-bought roses. Why? Because I became a part of that flower, that you planted its seeds, and I made it bloom. I had patiently waited and now your beauty is mine. You were grown out of love. Isn't that amazing?
Psalm 103
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1 Praise the Lord, my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the Lord, my soul,
and forget not all his benefits—
3 who forgives al...
10 years ago
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