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Nov 2013
It's you, who encourage me?
It's you, who guides me to be the best I know how to be?
It's you.

Your words are inspiring.
Your life is thrilling from your rise down to your fall.
Except, greatness you can't keep down.

It's you that stands out before others.
From mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
It's you the motivation source.

We might never be able to walk upon water.
Or raise up the dead.
But many things are done for a reason and many seasons.

Some show kindness more than others.
And many does it just for show.
But your heart felt sincerity is real.

We can feel it.
We can read abut it.
More than anything, we can even show it.

We are love.
We are the designated child of God.
Who anointed you to represent him upon earth?
You are him.
In you, we see him.

Love isn't ever wasted, when it's giving.
It's you, who advise us of ways to get to heaven?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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