I am not Einstein in how I think.
I am not Tchaikovsky in how I play.
I am not Pavarotti in how I sing.
I am not Frost in how I write.
I am not Angelo in how I speak.
Yet God gave birds songs to sing....
He gave the sun light to shine.
He gave the wind direction to move.
He gave roses a way to grow.
He even gave puppies hugs to share.
No, I am not fancy or well known.
My place here is quiet and unseen.
But He loves me and made me.
He guides and changes me.
May His purpose unfold as He leads me closer Home.
I will trust.
I will follow.
I will go.♡~thl
Jeremiah 29: 11>13
I am not Tchaikovsky in how I play.
I am not Pavarotti in how I sing.
I am not Frost in how I write.
I am not Angelo in how I speak.
Yet God gave birds songs to sing....
He gave the sun light to shine.
He gave the wind direction to move.
He gave roses a way to grow.
He even gave puppies hugs to share.
No, I am not fancy or well known.
My place here is quiet and unseen.
But He loves me and made me.
He guides and changes me.
May His purpose unfold as He leads me closer Home.
I will trust.
I will follow.
I will go.♡~thl
Jeremiah 29: 11>13
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