Your beauties never end
Your stitches always mend
Lost souls direction send
Hot tears to joy transcend
Your love to comprehend
All hurts and bruises mend
On you I must depend
Your graciousness commend
For errors make amends
Through mercies great transcend
Forgive who would offend
My faith till death defend.
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