Friday, December 5, 2014

Special Rights

Good morning, from the home of
Lezza Kuzzin Poetry 

Oh, what joy that I'm You child,
Dear Father, 
I'm Your child!
The privileges I have -
Advantages, sweet special rights,
Because You are my Dad!
I'm always free to run to You,
I always know You care for me
And show me what to do!
Why is it, Father, many don't -
Don't see that You are loving,
So very, very kind?
Why don't they see Your mercy, 
Your Grace and know You're kind!!!

Beloved child,
Indeed, My own -
Keep ever on reminding them,
Keep ever on proclaiming!
Keep ever on enjoying Me,
In fellowship remaining!!!

Lezza Kuzzin Poetry 2014

Luke 15:11-24
Psalm 71:21
2 Corinthians 13:14
Hebrews 11:6
Mark 9:23

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