Dear God,
Each day is a waltz with you leading me.
I glide across my chores knowing you are holding me.
The music never ends as I know you will never end.
I'm lifted up above higher then any rocket can take me.
You whisper your words of endearment as I listen.
I close my eyes and dream heavenly thoughts.
I thank you for loving me.
From: Your child
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