by Daring Sunshine
Sunday, October 15, 2006
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Who can describe without a dad to depend upon. Children are truly the ones who suffer more than parents realize.
Thank you Lord Jesus, for this beautiful day,
For giving me the strength to walk your way.
The faith for my trials I have to endure,
Thank you Lord, your strength is rich and pure.
Thank You God, you saw my needs and held my hand,
Directed my ways for your wonderful plan.
More than I desire, more than I knew I would need,
You knew the things that were hidden in me.
Thank You, Father, for being my Dad,
My good feelings brought with things I had dread,
Given me peace to know you are a thought away,
Let me concentrate on You Lord, more and more each day.
Thank You Lord, there are no words to describe,
Your love, joy, peace brighten my life.
Holy Spirit you fill my soul past the cup,
Filling me overflowing with Your Love.
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|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org Bennett
|Thank you Lord for fine people like this one on the Den. It makes my heart indeed glad to be able to read such fine well written work in your name and honor. Bless and keep your child always and forever in your gracious tender care. Amen.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautiful praise to the Father of all things, our Lord. Very well done, Sharon; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
He is a Father to the fatherless; He is Abba (Father); He is Lord and worthy to be praised! You have done Him well in this beautiful write. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing this prayerful offering. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|beautiful write...he too was and still is my father, my biological father left his family when I was but a year old, I had and still have a wonderful mother who filled in many of the puzzle pieces and did a very good job I might add. But, God continues to be my father and I feel that wonderful spirit that you spoke of filling my cup to the brim and sometimes overflowing...great write.
|Reviewed by J M
|Abba Father is well tributed in this beautiful poetry it is a wonderful experience a life giving one when we find him in his eternal role her on earth as Dad......
Thank you for this inspiring piece today.