Friday, August 12, 2011

Daddy. I love that sound. I love to say Daddy. And know I am heard. I still don't know why I keep forgetting.

Daddy. Help. Help me live in the way that brings you the Glory. Help me live in excellence. Remove the habits of anxiety from my soul. You restore my soul. There is junk in me in the way of excellence. I want to be shiny for you.

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