I am not a Saint nor the perfect woman Seatting nicely at the table, perfectly trained to talk properly, behave like a lady and sound like one...
My days are hectic, running errands, working hard and trying to keep my head above the water...
I make mistakes, poor costly choices that break me in pieces and I put myself together with crazy glue( figuratively speaking) I am the best description of imperfection. Therefore, is not my place to judge, thus I forgive.
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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