Dear June
Glory LoveWorld
Your Rains are Amazing Signaling Christ's Grace And outpouring Giving breath to us again You bring with you The Summer Bloom Amidst your heat & Rain displays Birthing rich fields, of brilliant hues In greens, and reds and Blues You inspire us, to live life in full Away from the fragments Of inflicted wounds Alas our gardens, begets new views Of enchanting blooming Grandeurs Oh what a sight to behold Of awakened brilliant meadows These are the beauties we see in June A perfect hint of Christ's Glories The Sun, Water and Blood Bringing in the heat to purify us. The water to Restore us And the Blood to enliven us. ©heavenly_broadcast PUNCHLINE- June brings with it a mixture of Heat, rain and Grandeur. Surmising who God is to Us, as our Perfect All in All. 1John 5:6-8 To Everyone who has stopped by, stayed on and recently joined in Right here, Thank You and Remain Ever Blessed, because JESUS IS LORD! Do have a Very Happy New Month. ❤️
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Sachin Bohra
Nice amazig👍 👍
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Glory LoveWorld
To Jesus be All the Glory and God Bless You Too @MelchizedekHoly
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