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萌芽篇 Sprouting
Gift
Handing a seed over to soil,
soil grants a piece of breeding ground.
Offering a heart to blossom,
blossom rewards with a slight smile.
In the bosom of tree,
the tree provides the shady and cool.
Talking with a river,
the river merrily flows.
Greeting sky,
the sky appreciates in silence.
The grass is little
and powerless,
not worthy of grace, though,
swinging in wind,
it’s surged in zeal,
for the generous giving.
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—— and this not from yourselves, it is the gift
of Him.”
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