Lydia J. McFarland
Dear Father - Poem by Lydia J. McFarland
all this greatness you've instilled in me
yet I still insist on hiding, from my destiny,
I've been called to write.... and prophecy
to others by sharing this precious gift
you've bestowed upon me...
making excuses for not sharing
when deep down in my heart
and soul I've always wished I could be
your shining star, I don't want glory or fame,
I just want to be acknowledged for these
inspirational perspectives that you have
allowed me to mold and shape into a
masterpiece that will touch others hearts,
minds and souls.
and to be able to do it with out shame.
so that I made spread the news of
Your Glory My Dear Lord.
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