There Are Those

There are those who would tell me writing to You is a waste of my time, but they don't know You the way I know You; maybe they only fear You if that, but never love You the way that I love You. I love You first thing in the morning, writing to You in my journal I love You when I eat, always thanking You for the wonderful provisions. I love the music that my friends sing to You sometimes on the radio sometimes in church sometimes just on the run. I love it when You take care of my loved ones, when You answer my prayers like only You can. I love the poems and Psalms that have been written to You throughout all time. I love Your love letter to me to all of mankind The Bible. I love You when I go to sleep laying my weary head on the pillow You provided for me; even the pillowcase was given to me through charity. Your daughter, Sheila http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera