A dusty shelf, my faith resides,
Few books upon its weathered sides.
Yet in my heart, a truth takes hold,
Of Jesus, stories bravely told.
He walked this earth, a man of grace,
With wonders in that ancient place.
What seemed like magic, through their eyes,
A whisper from beyond the skies.
And God, I think, in simple ways,
Is goodness shining through our days.
The kindness in a human heart,
A brilliant, universal art.
No matter creed, or path they tread,
That spark of good lives on, unsaid.
A gentle light, for all to see,
That's God, to you, and that's to me.
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