I talked with God
about many things.
We talked
of how things work
of how things grow
of how things change
of how life flows
like a river to the sea.
We talked
of why things are the way they are
of why things are different
of why He did this
of why He did that.
And then I asked a great question.
I asked, "Lord, why do you love me?"
He smiled and held me close
and whispered soft and gently
"Because you are MY child."
My Child by godsgurl23
Poetry » Religion Rated: K, English, Poetry, Words: 93, Published: 12/12/2003
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