He whispers…

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His hands lead the birds to their nests and His breath blows the winds to the north. He walks upon the waters and carries my name on the palm of His hand. He stands by me as He paints the skies with His fingertips. He brings me close to His heart and whispers “I made this for you.”

I stare amazed at His talent and in the warmth of His presence I surrender and whisper back “Thank you.”

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