Dear Father
Help us to know your love
And recognize it's from above.
Help us to see your love in every breeze that blows
In every flower that grows.
Help us to see it too, in every heart ache and grief
In hurts and pains and
also in relief.
©Edna L. Ingram, 1/23/13 @ 9:20 A.M.
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