Listening And Loving

As you ponder what I think, ask me if you dare
Pause and come to me, and see that I really do care
Many think that I am a mystery; others stand and stare

Those who heartily believe, and love up close, are rare
Of your love and your desire for me, I am aware
I am always watching you, just waiting to share

Your fears and your pain, I do want to bare
Do not think that I am far, and somewhere way up there
You need not think that I am just floating out there in the air
O my child, I even know the color and the texture of your hair

I am hope; I am peace; I am love; and I am fair
O come to me; trust in me; and say a simple prayer
O dear one, I am here; I am there; I am listening; I am God

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Lets just hear god, take his call and our lives will be transformed.

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