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The Rainbow Story

Grace tastes sweet for the parched soul.

Love as words

Can bind and heal

Balm for the hurt

Of imprisoned real

Light we are to be

The promise sent by a dove

Full spectrum of color

His rainbow of love.

Grace is flowing like a river

Flowing out of you and me

A spring for those in the desert

Setting all the captives free.

Grace tastes sweet

For this parched soul

Thirsty and broken

Where life took it‘s toll.

May I warm my cold

In the light of your glory

The desert was pitch at night

Til' heard your rainbow story.

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