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Subject: A thought
Author: Anonymous Partner
Date: 6/20/2006
Body: You are the One who by no power outside of yourself
Made mountains that tower over me,
Whose might overwhelms a fierce ocean
Whose greatness can pinch out the force of hurricanes like candleflames
You are the one who cradled the sun between your fingers,
And made stars from the dust off your hands,
And spoke time, and life itself into being with only your mouth.
And you are also the same one who pursues my heart, guides my hands,
And lifts my small face to look you in the eye.

This is a God who is worthy of every moment that I breathe.
Who deserves every praise in my mouth
Who, at all times, sustains my life,
And my very being finds meaning in nothing greater than its’ being created by a Creator—
By THE Creator. The same hands that made mountains, waves, hurricanes, candleflames, suns, stars, time, life, breath, made also my small face.
 
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