The Love Of God Envelopes Us

Shooting star He did not stop
Your bright streaking fall
For in His generosity He lit
You up, for the wonder of us all

Black bird, blue bird, silver bird
He composed diff’ring melodies
Your songs He did not mute
To heal all sorts of maladies

Dear child, poor man, dark soul
He still whispers to us His love
Beautiful are you rejected son
For you pursued the things above

Lost in this world, perpetual misfit
Too good for black, bad for white
Lost sense in trying to belong
Find your home in His bright light

Burn completely sir falling star
Sing black, blue, silverbird too
Listen child, man, all souls alike
Beautiful are His plans for you

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David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge, Managing Director of New Leaf Ventures. #DB

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