Just a Daisy in the Meadow

“He found him (me) in a desert land, (feeling alone and in despair)

And in the wasteland, (a Monday morning mess or any day for that matter . . . ) ,

A howling wilderness; (I feel like I can NEVER achieve – be the parent that meets up to my expectations and the expectations of others . . . a howling wilderness . . . yeah)

He encircled him (me), He instructed him, (me)

He kept him (me) as the apple of His eye,

As an eagle stirs up its nest,

Hovers over its young,  

Spreading out it’s wings, taking them up,

Carrying them up on it’s wings,

So the Lord alone led him (me) (  . . .  He’s mothering me . . .)

. . . He made him (me) draw honey from the rock . . .

With the choicest wheat,

And you (I)drank wine, the blood of the grapes . . .”

O Lord, You are my comfort and my joy . .

My Strength and My Song . . .

Thank-You for loving me and caring for me . . . and I as a little child can come to You . . .

and You will gather me up in Your arms, in a loving embrace and just hold me . . .

when my heart is hurts and is weary,

You O God, are my Refuge . . .

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