Dear Father,

Up in Heaven above,
Hear my pleas, feel my love


For I come to you on bended knees,
Asking Father won't you please


.Guide me with your shinning light,
Thru the day and thru the night.

Send me others whom I can tell,
All about your wondrous well,


Of living water and your loving touch
And about this Lord I love so much


.Use me Father this I pray,
You're the potter I'm the clay.


In my image I want to see
less of me and more of thee.




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Web Set And Poem
By Gloria Collins