Grace

Written By: Anna Bryant

The rush of your presence fills my soul. You've taken my brokenness and use it as glass, reflecting your light for those with eyes to see. 

You saw who I was before I did. You took me to your side and taught me. 
You taught me to see more than my circumstances.  But instead to see, dream, and believe. 
 

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