Thought birthed by love;
I and you made in their image,
after their likeness.
Thought birthed by love and purpose;
I and you in form - a statue from the dust of the ground,
and life from His breath.
So tell me!
Why I ought not to cast my cares
and cast my crowns?
You may let me know,
of reasons to shed not my blood in aliquots
when He shed His as a push.
If you still have reasons,
may I know why I can't be a rose in His garden
when He rose for me?
I made my choice.
If the stars were made by Him and for Him,
so am I.
ÌYÉTIDÉ
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