Isaiah 60:19
- Christele Bethsey
- Mar 19
- 1 min read
He told me I won't need the light of the Sun or the Moon
He told me He'd be able to light up the room
Not just for tonight
But forever
I'm swoon, smitten
As flowers bloom
Livin'
I'm rising soon
With Him arising soon.
I'd rather choose His love
Over His wrath
And let go of my past.
Chosen by grace



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