The Bride has made herself ready

The Bride has made herself ready

His Bride is a Warrior

His Bride is a Warrior

Monday, April 19, 2010

Like a Child

Like a child,
I reach up to you.
You lift me up,

and You spin me around.

Like a child,
I hear Your laughter in the rain,
You pick me up,
and hold me close.
 

Like a child,
I believe everything You say,
My heart clings
to Your every word.

Like a child,
we leap and run together,
You chase me,
then let me catch You.
Like a child,
I come to You.
With You I am safe,
with You I am home.




4-19-10 Sheila R. Martin



Like a child,

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