Every time I think I'm alone...
My loving Father wraps me in HIS arms and keeps me warm...
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HE places my two feet on impermeable ground... & dries up my waters of despair and never lets me drown...
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HE gives me much strength for the ever-present battle and never forgets to visit me at my fine residence (30-plus miles South of Seattle)...
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HE's the one who carries me safely to the doorstep of my earthy home… The one who puts a stop to the fears that roam...
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Each day I am enraptured by his undying love… & startled by his constant bombardment of blessings from above...
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HE is the reason that I successfully write, draw, counsel, and paint... & knowing that I reside in HIS loving arms makes life spectacularly-great!
About the author
Tiffany Gordon
I am a super-spiritual, fun-loving artist, writer, & peer-counselor residing in the Pacific Northwest. I am also an Institute of Children's Literature alumna who enjoys writing about the triumph of the human spirit.
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