“What can I say?” Said little Teardrop, to the Seribud Deer.
“Say nothing, then,” He replied, un jumbling Hisself in her eyes, and she knew He spelled. ‘B- r-u-i-s-e-d, R-e-e-d ‘ for ‘Seribud Deer’,
wheeeeh!
Tear Drop glowed out loud: He was really Bruised broken for her- she understood that her little or long words never made much sense maybe, but He felt it all –
He cared to be there, He was Everything in this Garden of Life, she was not just another little sprout in a long done list of Created things,
Oh and that, by His Stripes she was healed.
With every drop of Faith she faithed, a new red Bud bloomed in His Crown, as if she were a jewel. Imagine that, she a Jewel in His crown
With that Teardrop fell asleep in her warmed petals, it was a first. The first time she realized the place of Tears,
Long drive back home via Tiger forest reserve
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