Lord I am overwhelmed with your presence.
You surround me with your arms
As a mother hen protects her chicks.
You cover me with concern,
And bind me in your love.
Your gentleness is a soothing potion
To my hassled life,
Calming the storms of oppression.

What wonder I feel that you could say,
How precious I am to you today.
You honour me with your love,
Yet, what can I do or say
To honour you in such a way.

Lord I want to pleasure You.
Lord let my life be a delight,
A sweet fragrance,
A reflection of your perfection.



The Father loves you

Georgina Smith

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