In open fields of wild flowers she breathes the air flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses in no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all. He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens. As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips. Someday she'll trust him and learn how to see him. Someday he'll call her and she will come running, fall in his arms, the tears will fall down and she'll pray "I want to fall in love with you". Jars of Clay

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Praise God

Praise God my Heavenly Father. He is so good to me. He answers my prayers in His perfect timing for He is infinitely wiser than I. He is my strength, my courage and my hope. He is my everything.

Father God, thank you for lifting such a heavy burden off of my shoulders this evening. I can't thank you enough. You give me direction and intuition. You place my feet upon a strong foundation that is rock steady. You show me neverending compassion and love. God, You are so good to me.

posted by manda panda at 1:36 a.m.

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