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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