Poem by Justin Underwood
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The world has its’ joy, the sea its’ pearls and the heavens its’ stars,
Had the eyes no tears, compassion and grace couldn’t have sprouted from scars.
Glorious rays of sunlight are cast upon the blooming flowers which it awakes,
The precious at heart yearn for the beautiful that God fearfully and wonderfully creates.
Blessed are the mere thicket of thorns that prick and prod,
Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see God.
For the truest soul is a looking glass reflecting kindness and love made visible,
Every hour of the day and night is a stepping stone towards the Most Wonderful.
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