I know a Little Blessing who every day walks into the least of these bringing love's warmth to our unkept. Oh, to be about His Kingdom’s work, to daily build His castle in the sky, to set the gems, to polish the littles' hearts. You raise the shadowed valley, fill the great chasm, lower the mountains they could never climb…your heart spilling out His, you touch our untouched. Most shout, “Unclean, Unclean” and hide away in the cleansed numbness; you touch, stroke, hold, care, and grace-filled; see them. I see you. I AM sees you. You, broken-hearted, broken spirit, broken intentions, broken, broken will. You live to go back the next day on a call and a prayer, and they live to see you, see them, every tomorrow.
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