Praise could never do you justice.
Monuments could not compete to
Overshadow your compassion,
Jar the cradle of your soul.
Fill the air with songs of joy
From a heart that lifts with ease
Every heavy burden cast,
Every levy, every toll.
Keeping sights set on horizons
With a star to guide the night.
Ever constant, moving forward,
Always conscious of your goal.
Healing hands reach ever skyward
Touching angels where they sleep.
Heaven must be missing one.
When God made you, He broke the mold.
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