Beauty has no rhyme, no reason.
It lays upon the skin
and sometimes burrows itself in.
Where is the grace in a beautiful face?
Where is the mercy shown in the hand or face?
Why? Why make us fair of form?
—He could have made us all forlorn.
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"Give us that due sense of all thy mercies that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful and that we show forth thy praise, not only with our lips, but with our lives, by giving up of ourselves to thy service and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all the days of our lives."-Book of Common Prayer
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1 comment:
This one too.
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