Man's mind is an eager searcher of space.
Man's heart is a torch-bearer of God's Grace.
Man's soul is the transformer of human
contempt into divine praise.
Man's God-life is the collector of the broken ones,
the forsaken and forlorn.
[Excerpt from "The Dance of Life Part 1"]
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