In moments soft, a tranquil space,
A tale of hearts, a tender chase.
A stranger's presence, both distant and near,
Missteps in dialogue, a bond we revere.
To God's haven, surrendering with grace,
Triumphs and stumbles, guided by His trace.
Mere players we are, in His grand plan,
Trusting His lead, hand in hand.
The veiled morrow, no need to bear,
In the present, love we freely share.
Guided by faith, down the path we trod,
All to His safekeeping, the hands of God.
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