I need words
That hold a chorus of thoughts,
Expressing gratitude for the good You've done.
For me, this little girl,
Still wide-eyed
And unaware of each blessing.
Oh, if I only had the words!
To speak of the joy welling up,
Bubbling over inside me
At each "kiss" You give me -
The moon, the stars, the fog, a voice, laughter,
Melodies, clouds, the wind, everything.
Yellow describes but one said.
Giddy describes the other,
But for the five hundred more,
Who could name them?
Who, but You who made them!
Ah, the words of love and devotion,
And the care of my Papa.
"I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine."
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