God’s Great Grace

I believe that

Raccoons see you as the Mama Raccoon

Dogs see you as their alpha

But I see you at the head of the old stone table

A wry look on your face

As though I could ever be

More than your little girl, oh

God of the Universe

You spread out this invitation

To partake in your matchless


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