I had a picture. You had wings and legs. Sitting on the edge of your bed.
Head bowed down in prayer.
There is nothing as great as the Father’s love.
Only He can lift you up and make you fly, again.
Only He can make you walk when you want to run.
Slow down and hear His voice whispering in the night.
Doing battle by day.
He has a plan for you.
Stand up young warrior and fight the good fight
With God in command.
Always before you.
Always with you.
Smiling over you.
His love is in you.
Anon (South Africa)