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I Hear His Whisper . . . You are beautiful to me.

 I want you to think of the most beautiful elements of nature—the ones that have caused you to gasp in wonder and left you in awe. The brilliant sunsets that paint the sky are merely a token of beauty compared to you. Even the wispy mystery of the aurora borealis falls short in comparison to you. Bask in the splendor of my beautiful creation as a reminder that you are more radiant still, and nothing moves my heart the way you do.


Don’t let the trees stand taller and more confident than you. You are royalty—a true reflection of infinite glory. You move my heart—not just humanity as a whole, but you specifically. You are the apple of my eye, my treasure, my bride. Turn your heart to me, and I will enrapture your soul. I am in awe of your love—imperfect yet birthed from faith. Let this revelation of unlimited, unmerited acceptance sink deeply into your heart. Let the bliss of perfect love consume you. You are mine.

Whispers written by Brian Simmons and Gretchen Rodriguez


Song of Songs 4:1

The Passion Translation 

Listen, my dearest darling, you are so beautiful—you are beauty itself to me!





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