Music, swirling all around, delighting the senses, expressing my heart's song. And it's breaking me.
Mercy, undeserved, unreservedly poured into a imperfect vessel. And it's breaking me.
Beauty, the canvas of the world, the palette of colors singing to me, the mountains calling, the rivers dancing around me, all singing to me of His beauty. And it's breaking me.
It's breaking off the stone encapsulating my heart, making room for more beauty and grace, creating holes only He knows how to fill.
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