At times tonight
God is refocusing
My heart
On what matters
My accomplishments
Mean nothing
In the end
Was I a human
Who loved
Gave it
Freely
Without motives
That aren’t pure
With no goodness
Behind them
Amen
Buon inizio settimana.
Beautiful reflection, Regine. Blessings!
Being human is being imperfect. Perfection is God.Blessings
I echo Jim's statement above, Regine - we are but imperfect beings until we are raised up in perfectionBlessingsMaxine
Amen
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful reflection, Regine. Blessings!
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I echo Jim's statement above, Regine - we are but imperfect beings until we are raised up in perfection
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Maxine