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Love Covers

ByGinny Caroleo

Love Covers…

Like a heavy coat of heartfelt compassion enveloping cold hearted indifference.

Love Covers…

Like a loud heartbeat of conviction silencing mean-spirited gossip.

Love Covers…

Like a thick bandage of sincere encouragement wrapped around cutting criticism

Love Covers…

Like a protective awning of empathy overshadowing harsh judgment.

Love Covers…

Like a shower of mercy falling upon guilt infested gardens.

Love Covers…

Like His precious blood from Calvary poured out upon our deepest, darkest sin.

Love covers.❤️

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