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God’s mercy and grace are truly divine - a rhyming poem. |
| Our souls, so truly, never stressing. His Love and grace, a sweetheart’s blessing; Heaven’s just the stones we capture, Filled with scopes of kindly rapture… His mighty treasures, truth divined - Those measured highways, routes consigned; This lively effort, God develops… All of Earth renews, envelops… His volumes, glory, man bestowing - Years of faith, those fires glowing. God’s advantage, creatures’ lives; Ebbs and flows, His presence thrives. |