The Air Seems Cold - Prayer

The air seems cold
As we stand and wait
For you Our Maker
At Your Garden Gate

The sun has dawned
Birds will soon sing
Father this day
My sister may I bring?

May we sit together
By The Flowing Stream
And talk with you
Of the things unseen

Oh to express to you
Our love and devotion
In this quiet still place
Free of this worlds commotion

......He greeted us so lovingly
With outstretched arms
In this hallowed time
He applied loves healing balm

"My treasured daughters"
He whispered in our ear
Then the birds sang joyfully
HIS HIGH PRAISES EVERYWHERE!

.......Written for my sister
Who is terminally ill.
She asked me to send a prayer daily
Her wish I will fulfil

Written 8th May 2016

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