Your whisper it warms me like a summer breeze
Your anger is fiercer than the sun in its splendor
You’re close and yet full of mystery
Ever since the day that I saw Your face
Try as I may, I cannot look away, I cannot look away…
Captivated by You
I am captivated by You
May my life be one unbroken gaze
Fixed upon the beauty of Your face
Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my gaze
I become more like You and my heart is changed
Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my view
Transform me into the likeness of You
This is what I ask, for all my days
That I may, never look away, never look away…
No other could ever be as beautiful
No other could ever steal my heart away
I just can’t look away…
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We were allowed to visit a gypsy village on Friday afternoon. I kinda skipped Thursday and the morning of Friday because there are so many I wanted to show you all from this village.
Imagine just driving through the country side-with a warm orange glow from a soon to set sun. I caught myself holding my breath for moments at a time as the landscape unfolded before us. Try to visualize the perfect photograph or a stunning painting that tries to capture the rolling hills as the sun kisses it. This view far surpassed that by leaps and bounds.
Now, we pull up and the rush of energy hits you as the air touches your face when you leave the bus. Laughter and joy mingle together in a beautiful dance. Children from the village had crowded around us to liberally pour out greetings. As I waded amongst the small frames the faces would turn and I had to do a double take. These children were captivating; their eyes were piercing with vibrant colors of jade green, stormy blue and intense hazels. It was unexpected to me as I was expecting to only see brown eyes. Oh, even thinking about them makes my breath catch a bit in my throat. How beautiful are these children-children in need of love.
As you look through the images pray over each one-they are living and breathing in a hard and raw life even as you read this.
be blessed
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As you look through the images pray over each one-they are living and breathing in a hard and raw life even as you read this.
be blessed
