Dear Father, help us to know your love;
And recognize it's from above.
And recognize it's from above.
Help us to see your love
in every breeze that blows
in every breeze that blows
In every flower that grows.
Help us to see it too
In every heart ache and grief
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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