Date Poem: Sunday, March Twenty-Fourth, Two Thousand And Nineteen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (32813)
Petaluma, California
March 27, 2019 11:06am CST
Sweet blessings come;
Many
Times, dear Heavenly
Father, when I do not deserve
Them; why you choose
To give them will
Always be a mystery to me, I will likely
Never understand until I speak with You in Heaven.
© Stacey Uffelman 3-27-19
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