Abba- Daddy
I am held in His righteous hand.
Not because I am clean;
I am filthy.
He bathes me in glorious sunlight
So my life may proclaim His radiance.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
I am given more joy than I deserve
By a loving, wonderful Father.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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