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Compassion
Mine is the heart
That soulfully loves
Aspiration – sunrise.
Mine is the life
That unreservedly loves
Compassion – sunset

My morning begins

By claiming God’s Compassion – flooded Eye

As its own, very own.

A single God – touch

From God’s Compassion – Height

Can transform man’s unimaginable

And countless weaknesses

Into God’s own infinite,

Immortal and omnipotent Power.