| Signs at the street corner |
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God, You're playing with me
instead of balls,
You throw stars to me
and I celebrate Your glory,
with every falling star
You make me feel Your joy.
You're singing to me
with the voice
of the river lapping at the stones
and fascinated I praise
Your creative wisdom.
You whisper me Your love
in the colors of a tiny bloom
and You cuddle me
in the cool of the woods.
God, You're telling me
everyday You love me
in every blade of grass
You let me feel.
God I thank You
for loving me!
© Sabina Rosca
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