You make all things new.
Casting aside my fears this Truth.
Faithful to all who will come near.
Whispering softly, My dear.
Hither I went and found your lap.
Safely kept. I lay, I went for a nap.
Morning to come, and I was made new.
The mirror did tell it was not me, but You.
{Picture Little Fine Day}
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