Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
First thing in the morning, in slippers and robe,
I visit with God in my cozy abode.
'How can I thank you? ' I ask of him then,
For being my life, my Father, my friend? '
'Love one another, ' His answer is clear,
'As I have loved you, my children so dear.
I'll always help you, ' He says to me then,
'For I AM your life, your Father, your friend.'
With a sip of hot tea, I smile and feel loved,
Clear down to my feet. Amen
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