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Sunday, July 10, 2016

Hessed


With the changing winds and coming tides,
All I long for is reliance.
To know that even in the storm, 
Even through the maelstrom,
You never change;
Your love for me remains the same.
Hessed.
Your quiet whisper hovers
Over the raging waters.
Hessed.
I am the faithful, reliant One;
I never change, my child
You are the one I hessed.

Posted by Unknown at 12:17 PM
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