Love is the touch felt without his presence Enveloping me in warmth I float on the whispers of his voice His words fall heavy on my eyelids Closing them as I rest in his love
Her clothing is silk and purple....
Draped in the finest fabrics, the noble wife of Proverbs 31 fills me with awe. This superwoman does it all. She's fly, innovative, makes her own money, and her family praises her. If I want to be like anyone, I want to be like her.
I feel the power of my womanhood coursing through my veins. The girl I used to be still smiles at the future, but my head is on tighter now; the lessons of life have taught me which paths to take, and which to avoid. I have a purpose - a destiny God-given and sure. And I will attain it.
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