I love to tell your story
I love to tell the story, of a very dear friend, father savior, the one whom knows me inside and out, I love to think about his undying love, grace, blessings he bestow on me..
I love to tell the story, of a friend, father I never knew I had, He listens to my every sorrow so deep within my heart, even I did not know it was there..
I love to close my eyes, listen to His Blessings, every summer, Spring, fall even winter, for every single snowflake is unique in shape, a brisk winter cold wind is no match when I am telling of HIS love to others who may listen, as the winters sun too will glisten on fresh falling snow..
Jesus, My Ever Merciful loving Savior, for even when I fall, you are there to lift me up, as I grasp your healing hand in mine, my heart is full of tears of joy, because as I am blessed with your gifts of words, I cannot help but give thanks to you, because before I was born, you created me in your very own liking now I know my purpose in this life, is to but pen to paper so I can tell of your joyful love for me, was to make me a MOM..
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