MY FATHER’S FACE By Terry Canterbury

A feather, soft and light in the breeze

Is like the breath of the Savior, to me.

That still small voice, I hear each day

That helps to guide me on my way.

I feel His loving arms embrace

Every time I stop to pray.

In times of chaos, stress and grief

My loving Father gives me peace.

I may not know His plan for me

The entire journey, I cannot see.

And yet I know each step I take

Is guided by His love and grace.

So, I will follow where He leads

Until the day He calls for Me.

Then, as His child, I’ll leave this place

And finally see my Fathers face.


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