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Hello Sunday

I understand that you stand-out
Bold and fearless
Yet amazingly sweet and soft on the inside
Your thoughts are adorned with honour
A maiden of integrity

You are an epitome of simplicity
A lass of refreshing candour
The truthful nature of your gentle soul intrigues me
Believe it or not, I am excited about you
My lady of virtue

You hacked into my heart; to humanity that is illegal
Astonishingly, you made a home in my heart
Your body;
a divine vault
Your lips, speak life
You champion possibilities with a radical attitude, it is phenomenal!

O Lord, bless my dear Sunday, I pray thee
Beautiful, elegant and courageous; she is to me the hearty gift
I know she has flaws but beyond measure, you have blessed me
Though life’s tidal waves may wage war against us, let our anchor never drift
To maintain a firm foundation, together we would build on the Genesis

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