Sometimes Your Beauty

 

Sometimes Your Beauty

 

Sometimes Your Beauty goes that far,

I cannot take.

I am Your tiny butterfly

fleeting the lake.

 

Your rays of Sun caressing me

in gentle light,

You beam me free and let me fly

in full delight.

 

I do not fight You shining Light

above the wind.

It’s You, who holds me up in flight

and moves my wing!

 

I am a miracle to all —

to me, as well!

How lovely You created me,

my Holy Quell…

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