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Apr 2021
no person's absolute pure
in world created imperfect
all lacking, immature
incomplete, incorrect

For we're in process ongoing
developing and growing,
a stream forever flowing
in you, G-d's breath is blowing

Use that breath to reach on high,
To touch the heavens, to feel the sky,
To feel and know of His embrace
Of His Presence, E'erlasting Grace.
Written by
David R  UK
(UK)   
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