Some days I sit and think of You and when we first met. I don’t have to travel very far in the halls of my mind because it’s hard to forget the day You first touched my heart.
Some days I’m in awe at all You’ve shared with me. I smile at how deliberately You paint a picture of how You care for me - When You touch my heart.
Some days I create picture in my mind of You as my Father and me as Your child, and reminisce on the joy that we have discovered yb You touching my heart.
There are days when I dream of You and I together Living in a place where time moves slowly and lasts forever, and everything You are touches my heart.
