More Than Words
In the early morning light
a prayer is said aloud,
a private one to the Creator
for blessings beyond comprehension,
less-than-perfect words to say
I love you and will always follow you,
sometimes I forget that
I am nothing without the Creator.
I do not give enough kindness in my day,
I do not show enough forgiveness,
I am far from Heaven's gate,
but I do know that the Creator sees
that I am trying -- not always at my best...
but try I do and try I will,
for the Creator of life allows mistakes,
sees faults and carries burdens,
all the while with a loving touch like no other.
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