Father, Thank You.

 

Thank you Father for presenting my eyes,

with the right tribe, team, family, spiritual minds,

allowing your favor, to rise up, in, and around me, 

gratefully I, have been walking miles,

patient for when you, would recompense thee.

Yet as these words bubble forth to reading I,

How curious me as I feel like Joab rise,

after he had won blessing God's great skies, 

Your Great Son. James. G. Art baby B.

Thank you, Father, for perfecting my I,  

With the right tribe, team, family of spiritual minds.  

Allowing your favor to rise within and around,  

Gratefully walking miles, founded on sacred ground.

Patiently waiting as you recompense me,  

These words bubbling forth, now setting me free.  

How curious the rise, this feeling inside,  

Like Joab victorious, with God as my guide.

Blessings won, and grace bestowed,  

In honor of your love, eternally owed.  

James G., your Art Baby Blue.,  

A son of light, rising Being,

and loving you me.

For when I come eye to eye and kiss your face. 

As I am God's grace. 

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My gratitude, strength, sensing journey's blessing by divine guidance.