“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of.” Isaiah 61:3
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I have a precious Father,
Who is always there for me.
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Not one minute of the day goes by,
When I can’t see Him and all He’s done.
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A Father whose lap I can nestle in,
When I’m feeling tired or overwhelmed;
Where I can grieve and mourn,
And feel peace as His strong arms,
Shroud me with His Glory.
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I have a precious Father,
Who never leaves my side.
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He provides the joy in my happiness,
He provides the strength in my sadness.
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He gives me the freedom of decisions,
And the mercy of forgiveness,
When my decisions are poor.
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I have a precious Father,
Who provides the sunlight of my mornings,
A cool breeze in the heat of the day,
And the brightness of silvery stars in a blackened night.
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My Father paints the sky,
With the rise and set of the sun,
And dances the clouds about,
For my pleasure.
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I have a precious Father,
Who holds the wealth of Kings,
In the palm of His hand.
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Who lifts the broken out of poverty,
Lays waste the Kingdoms of the unrighteousness.
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And in all His greatness and majesty,
My precious Father,
Never forgets me,
Never sets me aside,
Never leaves me for a moment,
Even in times when I am less than thoughtful.
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A precious Father that will remain with me,
All the days of my life,
Even though I choose,
To walk away from Him.
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I have a precious Father,
Who will grant me the wisdom,
And bless me with the anointing,
To remain in His will,
Protecting His legacy,
In my meager way,
Always remembering,
That I have a precious Father.
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Written 6/15/1997
Linda J. Humes 