Your love colors the dawn.
Your voice the power of thunder.
Your hand the healer of the weak and you created me.
Your love fills oceans
and Your voice calms the sea. These pounding waves they consume me.
For there is so much more to you,
so much I do not know,
so much love I have yet not encountered, so much you overflow.
Just when I think I know your complexities,
you step into the light.
Just when I think I know your voice,
you open up my ears.
It's like trying to know every single glowing star on a cloudless night.
But your depth and vastness keep me running after you.
Shake off the Dust
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