I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

~Edgar Allan Poe~

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By Danielle Bernock

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Source of all life you know my heart

You hear it singing as I write

Of how I long to do your will

And feel that satisfaction of your pleasure

Your Spirit whispers, your Word speaks and I make my choice

I choose you, I choose you

So I run full speed ahead to follow your voice

Expectation of joy, expectation of joy

Source of all love you know my heart

You hear it weeping as I write

You understand, you understand

That when I arrive at a place you call there

And unexpectedly find grief and despair

You are my Grace, you are my Grace

Almighty Agape, Everlasting Holiness

Incorruptible Righteousness, Undaunted Mercy

Faithful Intercessor, Graceful Redeemer

I thank you, I thank you

You are my Grace, you…