My Father’s Touch

I do not contain bitterness,
Emotions of are quite amiss,
Softened by my Father’s touch,
Feelings are mastered by such,
Fervor waxes quite innate,
The negative, my love, He does abate,
Protected by my Father’s wings,
Given all to the King of kings.

For now in His peace I must rest,
Awaiting for the one He blessed,
Upon my life I now reflect,
As my Maker, He does perfect.
I do contain those of love,
Those of which I do speak of,
Led upon by my Father’s hand,
My master whom for now I stand.

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~ by zealfire on October 5, 2011.

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