lavender in her hair, rose on her wrists and honey on her lips
sadness isn't her best friend anymore
the gentleness that has always been inside, waiting to come out, has arrived
gold in her tears, praise from her songs and glitter on her cheeks
the desire to be as kind as Christ, and softer than His clouds, is finally written in her heart
stars in her eyes, rosemary in her hands and lighting in her steps
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