 Even a tree knows its source as it points its way to the Heavenly Kingdom. Stretching to the sky with its "fingers" pointing heavenward, it is worthy of imitating.
Show me, Heavenly Father, the way, the truth and the light. Let my arms always stretch up to You. Amen.  How many times have I yelled out, "What's wrong with me?". As my outer self withers, fades and becomes disfiguring, my inner self begins to share this same ugliness.
Where is my hope? Where is my love? Where is my nourishment? In you, Dear Lord, I find my Hope and my Love. Leave me not, O Lord, for my soul rests in You. Amen. |
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