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"State of Grace" |


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I thank you for the devotion of friends and family; for children's kisses and generous hugs bequeathed spontaneously. For each new sunrise sanctioned that I might aptly revere, for each melodious bird song that I am blessed to hear. For each fresh winter's snow I see, for every patriarchal tree, for splendor-winged shooting stars which bear the wonder that You are. For miracles and mercies mild, for innocence in joyful child, for tolerance of foolish ways and absolution, when disobeyed. For all these things, and countless more, from wind-swept plains to placid shores, from mountains strained towards Heaven's light, to one still cry heard late at night, I offer one more poignant plea: that I be granted a Home with Thee. |

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