Father by Raymond A. Foss
The father, the creator your ways, your grace beyond my comprehension the precision, the order oh to see your creation through your eyes, even for a moment, to feel your joy, your pain, your plan humbly to see your world our place in your garden to serve you, to fear you following your commands listening to your voice, wherever you speak, in the stillness, in the thunder, the crash of the waves, the rising of the sun Father, our heavenly father we cleave to you walk with us, we pray living within us to the end of time and in the eternity to come
January 29, 2009
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