I
stop in the middle of my day
And
let His soft, sweet, jealous love destroy my filters
He
replaces them with Himself
I let
that love replace my fear and doubt and it reassures my soul.
I cry
anyway, unsure of why.
I
haven't been forgotten
The
opposite
I am
remembered every second of my day
My
life
He
remembers my past, He remembers my future
He
remembers what has yet to happen.
Impossible
but true
But
that's You.
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