Thursday, August 29, 2013
He didn't care who was watching. He just wanted to worship Jesus. Tiny hands clasped. Clutching at the hope that this big God would hear this little boy. And he does.
This eyes -closed -alien- headband wearing little boy lifting his head to God.
Opening his heart
Holding out his tiny prayers
Knowing His Father's love.
Oh, that my worship may be like a child.
Opening my heart
Holding out my tiny prayers
Knowing my Father's love.
For with each breath I may have...
may I worship Him.
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Posted by Angie at 9:16 PM