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Loathed from birth,
With cord torn,
not cut.
Naked and bloody
left
In an empty field
to die.
No eye cried.
No heart hurt.
I saw you writhing
in your own
blood,
And covered you
with My wings.
I said, "Blood live!"
And you thrived.
I said, "Body grow!"
And you became
beautiful.
I made you Mine.
I washed you.
I anointed you.
I clothed you.
I became thine.
It was your time
of love,
I made you
my bride,
So beautiful!
In My love now
For My love,
abide.
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