we are not meant to stay in the beauty of the mountain peaks
but to go forth into the brokenness of the valleys, the lost deserts
and let His life live through us
so that we may lift the weary-hearted, and mend their tattered wings
to kiss the lost child on the forehead and hold her, him, close
like loving was all we knew.
so that we are
breathing, fighting, living, dying
to show them that there there is hope out of this mess
their worth immeasurable in the eyes of a King
and that they are beautiful, in every sense of the word
meant to live for so much More
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