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