Sometimes I think we take for granted the things God so freely provides for us.
Yes, he did create us and is thereby responsible for said creation. But who doesn’t want to be appreciated?
I don’t want to be like a spoiled child. Because really,
we’re not entitled,
And we don’t deserve
Whatever God gives us,
It’s because it serves
His purpose in the earth
And not only ours
It’s a miracle to take a breath
To take in rain showers
From above as he shares
His wondrous great love
Pouring it out in abundance
It’s what he’s made up of
Love is what he is
Not just what he does
He isn’t doing what he can’t do
It’s who he is, For God IS Love…
I am priviledge to call him Father.
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