i am scrubbed clean.
but outside is so appealing.
is dirt really dirty?
i dont think so.
the colors are brilliant.
the sky is singing a song.
with a breeze that waves back and forth..
i think im welcomed..
i let this song lay me in a bed
of green grass and home of ants.
they dont mind.
and neither do i.
my eyes are alive.
with the clouds and trees plastered againt a clear sky..
maybe this is what we were made for.
to be in wonder.
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phil.3:8 What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ
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