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His Daughter


If I were to say,

 “I was born unneeded.”

He would say,

“I wanted you to be born.”

From birth, with His own hands, He has raised me.

As I grew, His voice teaches me.

As I walked, his hand held me tightly.

Pulling my hand and helping me to stand,

I have learned to trust Him.

In hope, my future He created.

In faith, my life He paved.

I have asked,

Why forgive the unforgivable?

Why love the undesirable?

The Lord has answered,

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”

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