It's such a joy to be in the Father's house
Where I am accepted and loved
Hugged and kissed
Honoured and celebrated
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Where my wounds were treated, My brokenness, healed Where I am restored gently. I am tenderly cared....... great accptance and expectation in your lines. this Father in your poem is God indeed......... so i understood it....... thank u dear poetess. tony
Well penned.