4-19-08
7-27-01
I fall,I trip,I stumble.
I pick my heart up,and go on again.
We move with the music,we sway; and glide.
Through the years of life,we have moved;
learning of your love: and truth.
Always teaching,you take the lead; I follow.
Out of the abundance of your heart,you speak to me.
Soft whispers like a gentle breeze,say,”I love you child”!
A pause,a dip; then: “I love you too Lord “!
”Thank you Lord, for teaching me how not to fear”.
In His love,
lampwickke, xxx.
