When I come to You hurting
You heal my heart.

When I come to You hungry,
You feed my soul.

When I come to You empty
You fill my mind.

When I come You lonely
You give me the world.

A cross,
A book,
A man, Your Son.

And like any child,
I am blind the the blessings,
bestowed upon me by My Father

But always in my heart
my lips move to the words
"I am thankful"

11/23/2004

Posted on 11/23/2004
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