When, will she come?

A Prayer….

My father, life’s reason is to be (let there be…) The reason I come, the very reason we all come, I bless you! In my thankfulness of all your blessings. Of all you have brought me through. I cannot hide from you, nor do I try. You have made me strong, like father, like son. In your image you have made, this son. Despite my present conditions, you’ve allowed me to shine like your son. (This cup did not pass me by…) And I feel your spirit, the guidance, giving me the gift of laughter, to myself, and to others, and of course, you. As if to say, “my crazy, crazy child!” So I try, father. Everyday. And my heart, you know it. You know what it needs. Oh, this trial has, no doubt, taught me patience. But – I need to know- “When, will she come…..?” Soon let her light shine upon me.    Amen.

Note: I am the guy that does not mind walking thru the park, holding hands. So please, may only a mature woman respond. Thank you.

Benjamin Huntley #495622
PO Box 650
Nicholls, GA 31554