My savior

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My Savior who's feet rest on the clouds and trees
With the Sin I hold I feel unworthy, but yet you love me
The reality and future you hold in your hands
I realize whether it's pain or joy a life with you is not blank
Every person possesses a wish that goes hand and hand with out a void
A void that despite all the intentions cannot be satiated nor destroyed
As humans we are authors of our own sorrow
But as long as we have God we have a hopeful tomorrow
His arms love and grace stretch farther than the eye can see
When the Earth came into existence his air is what we breathe
He creates the most elegant of hues
The color that is inside of me and you
Each person unique designed creation
When I found God I was filled with such elation
The hole I had inside myself was never ending
But in God I found meaning

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