Oh, Africa, why must you still keep my heart?
Oh, Asia, how I fear giving you my heart...
and opening up
and pouring out.
But the story doesn't stop here. It goes on.
It is not my story. It is His.
Of a Love so perfect, so holy, so complete--
that it defies all fear
it laughs in the face of limitations
it tears down walls
in simple, gentle sincerity.
It is... undeniable. Undefeated. Unquenchable.
Unstoppable.
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