Abba Father
Lord--
You're the only one
I can run to
with my foolish little thoughts.
And You--
You never laugh at my dreams
Never throw my mistakes
in my face
Or make me feel stupid
for my way-out ideas
Instead...
You take them all--
Every one,
And handle them
as fragile pieces of glass.
Proudly displaying them where I can see.
Assuring me...
You accept me--
for just who I am.
By: Marcia Krugh Leaser
Email: geamae@hotmail.com
