document.write(" geneva, sans-serif;">My son, my daughter,
How do I love you? Let me tell the ways.
My love is steadfast; it never ceases,
Day by day new mercies it releases—
Unfailing compassion, forgiveness and grace.
My love is perfect; it casts out all fear
Of judgment and shame—my Son bore it all;
And my Spirit lifts you up when you fall;
Shake off incriminating doubt—I AM here.
What can separate you from my love?
Trials, suffering, calamity, distress?
Sheltered in my Presence, lifted above,
In the midst of the storm you find rest.
In my love lies expectation undreamed of;
Press on, seize your promise—you are blessed.
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