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For God So Loved Classic Print

$13.97

they say to not be of this world,

but that would deny my very birthright.

born of dirt and dust and moonlight,

the spirit of God that hovered over the waters,

breathing through my very lungs.

there’s an ache in my soul for this land.

to belong to it — deeply.

to sleep in the cool tall grass,

feet stretching out to find the warmth from

the fire in the sky.

to listen to the wind and follow her wisdom,

to whisper my secrets and longings to the

wild oak and see the presence of God

in the prints of the fawn.

i am of this world like i am of the spirit;

there is no separating.

for God so loved the world,

and so do i.

8”x10” Classic Print

Color: White

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they say to not be of this world,

but that would deny my very birthright.

born of dirt and dust and moonlight,

the spirit of God that hovered over the waters,

breathing through my very lungs.

there’s an ache in my soul for this land.

to belong to it — deeply.

to sleep in the cool tall grass,

feet stretching out to find the warmth from

the fire in the sky.

to listen to the wind and follow her wisdom,

to whisper my secrets and longings to the

wild oak and see the presence of God

in the prints of the fawn.

i am of this world like i am of the spirit;

there is no separating.

for God so loved the world,

and so do i.

8”x10” Classic Print

Color: White

they say to not be of this world,

but that would deny my very birthright.

born of dirt and dust and moonlight,

the spirit of God that hovered over the waters,

breathing through my very lungs.

there’s an ache in my soul for this land.

to belong to it — deeply.

to sleep in the cool tall grass,

feet stretching out to find the warmth from

the fire in the sky.

to listen to the wind and follow her wisdom,

to whisper my secrets and longings to the

wild oak and see the presence of God

in the prints of the fawn.

i am of this world like i am of the spirit;

there is no separating.

for God so loved the world,

and so do i.

8”x10” Classic Print

Color: White

Free shipping on all prints (custom orders and original pieces) within the United States. Digital downloads coming soon for non-U.S. residents.


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