One Day At a Time
Softly whispering,
His voice is so real,
high in the pines,
or down in the fields.
Love is His mission,
for each to share,
bringing us closer,
within His care.
No special diplomas,
or requirements at all,
just love for our Father,
as we answer His call.
Ours for the asking,
a home so divine,
as we travel the distance,
one day at a time.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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