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Sowing God’s Seeds… Oh Lord, Thy bidding heightens me As I adjust my sight to see A growth spurt set upon the one Whom I hold dear - my kindred son. As he goes forth into Thy lands I hold on tight with Godly hands To spirit forged upon Thy breast; I stand aware - he’s truly blessed. Upon the backbone of our charts Where earthly feelings come from heart He trusts me in so many ways, Ensconced, he beckons – with Thy praise… And so, to this - we stand on High. With Thee, our Master into nigh. Revering words and thoughts and deeds; An honest healing -- planting seeds... As he goes forth to share Thy light Expressing thank you’s with delight A new awareness fills his being - For true thanks-giving is so freeing… It thus begins - he takes a step. He’s found the time to prime and prep. He’s master of his inner course - A seer of ‘The One True Source’…
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