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My Father God
When I was born my father God cradled me. He celebrated with hosts of angels. As he carried me he told me of his plans. Holding me in the same hands that crafted heaven and earth. Cradling me in arms that hold the universe in place. Hands that can move mountains yet can mend the delicate fragments of a broken heart. Powerful and mighty, gentle and caring. The most high who reaches to the lowest. This is my father God.
When I was born my father God cradled me. He celebrated with hosts of angels. As he carried me he told me of his plans. Holding me in the same hands that crafted heaven and earth. Cradling me in arms that hold the universe in place. Hands that can move mountains yet can mend the delicate fragments of a broken heart. Powerful and mighty, gentle and caring. The most high who reaches to the lowest. This is my father God.
