Father Of Love

I sit at the table each morning,
And praise the Father above.
He fills my heart and makes me sing,
For He is the Father of love.
I tell Him all my secret dreams,
And all that I desire.
He listens to my every plea,
And sets my heart on fire.
Then I stop and listen,
To what He has to say.
I feel His presence next to me,
And I promise to obey.
I ask my Father in heaven,
To protect me from above.
I know He guides my every move,
For He is the Father of love.

Nancy Burr