A song played on the radio.

Told me that I gotta know

That I'm not alone.

Eyes welling with tears,

I turned it up so I could hear.

Someone with a love so great,

That it never runs out.

Someone who abolishes hate,

So you never have a doubt.

Tears running down my face,

I heard his name.

Not one but many.





Whatever you call him,

He's always there.

Like a rock,

He's solid with support.

When you break apart,

He's there to put the pieces back together.

With a smile breaching my lips,

I knew.

This is the ulitmate creator.

This is my father.

This is God our Savior.

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