If he is Mine, then love requires training, discipline, hard work, but work for you, it will---with the joy of six, the luck of seven, the power of eight, and the Glory of Heaven.
If he is Mine, then he is yours, and there never was reason to have fear, but only to believe, to trust, that there will be a season for all things---to draw him near.
If he is Mine, and I AM yours, then the pastures are green, the waters are still, your cup overflows by God’s Precious Will, you want for nothing that I can’t fulfill.
If they are Mine, they walk in the Glory and the Wholeness of One, with Great Spirit by your side, in love you’ll abide; for the Hand that you hold is the Hand of My Son.
written by:
Kathy Morris
July 30,2000
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