God is love and God is grace,
And I see her in your face.
Yet the devil sure can dance
And I see him in your glance.
Painted evenings, misty morns
A veiled glimpse beauty born
Within and around you.
A spark and wild flames ignite
With no shame I lose that fight
For solace in her soft fur
Until we both breathe and purr
Silent evenings, busy morns
The gift of grace you adorn
Within and around you.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
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