In the stillness Love awaits.
Like a tender seedling,
Longing for the spring.
Finally,
Caressing warmth comes from above
It is hesitant,
Fearing this strange new excitement.
But with wonder and hope,
It blossoms forth
And lives in Glory!
In the stillness Love awaits.
Like a tender seedling,
Longing for the spring.
Finally,
Caressing warmth comes from above
It is hesitant,
Fearing this strange new excitement.
But with wonder and hope,
It blossoms forth
And lives in Glory!
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