Metamorphose
The vision is born Ready to be nurtured Awaiting the meal of life By the spur of Grace As the Mustard seed In its nurturing core Begins to drill deep roots In becoming a mighty Groove You'll behold its bloom All by the Grace of God By the hand of Christ Not by the sweat of toil. ©heavenly_broadcast #heart. PUNCHLINE- The hand of Christ Grace, is the unbeatable force which actualizes every vision. Zechariah 4:6
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