Category : Poems

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My love is like a babbling brook,
but the more that I listen and look,
I see that Your love is a river
because You are a giver
and I am a taker
You are a lover
and I am jealous
You are amazing
and yet I'm still not praising
because I am still standing and gazing
at Your scarred hands and feet.
I have met the greatest giver
I have been held in His arms
I have seen His scars and bruises
I have heard his voice in the calm
I have tasted his water and it is living!