The disparity between vision and realization
The now and the not yet
The real and the ideal
...Could lead to slight insanity
And despair
If it were not for God
If it were not for heaven
From where else do we derive this sense
Of perfect love
Perfect beauty
Perfect truth?
When I’m lost in a haze
Searching for peace
Wanting to find that place where earth and sky meet
He whispers in the still moments
At His feet
It’s through the humble door
Of My loving, boundless, extravagant grace
Myra Watkins
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