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.

 

Amen

 

Art Work BY
MARGARET PIKE
Web Set And Poem
By Gloria Collins
-9-22-05

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