Ever-loving God, who has made each child in his image, who has made each of us perfectly, without fault, who has spared us–each of us the pain of missing out. Though my bones may shatter. Though my heart may break. I hold you in my heart and I am never alone. You have placed me perfectly– and I have done the rest. Though I may struggle. Though I may fail, again and again. Your halls call for music and so I shall always sing. Never in praise, never in pride, but always in gratitude to you, Ever-loving God.
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