He Was Teaching Me Beauty
He was teaching me Beauty,
He was teaching me Love.
All I have, is He gave me
in my heart, from above.
He created me Wonder,
He created me Grace.
All I sing, dance, or BE-ing
Is mine from His embrace.
I am His. What a Marvel,
what a reason to BE!
I am Beauty, and Wonder,
and my Love, this is He!
If I am, is His Present.
If I breathe, is His Art.
For baptized in His Mercy
are we all, from the start!
All my life is a Wonder.
If I live, is through Him.
I exist on a feather
and I dance on His beam.
Oh, no need run from Father.
Beyond Him is no hide.
All of His, we go Home now.
May I give you a ride?
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