Poet 
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In whispers of dawn, His mercy unfolds,
A tapestry woven in hues of gold.
Through valleys and storms, His hands hold the light,
Unfailing, unending—love’s compass by night.
Each breath is a hymn, each heartbeat His grace,
He paints hope in shadows, where doubt dare not trace.
The stars sing His promise, the tides chart His name,
In every scar’s story, His whispers proclaim:
“I carved you from wonder, from oceans untamed,
Through fractures and fire, My covenant remained.
The bread of My presence, the wine of My vow—
No depth can eclipse how I cherish you now.”
He bends with the broken, revives fading dreams,
Turns deserts to rivers, and silence to streams.
His mercy, a downpour; His peace, the refrain—
A symphony born where our sorrows once raged.
So rise on wings anchored in heavens above,
For God is the poet who authors our love.
Each dawn, every heartbeat, His blessings still pour—
A lifetime’s refrain: You are Mine evermore.