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by Tim Trapp Dec 5, 2005 category : Life, society / faith, religion
To my Father up above, With all my heart I Love; Not a day goes by, That when I think of you I cry. In everything for me that you do, I will give all my Praises to you. For each trip I take, Each dollar that I make; Every new day that I see. Because, tomorrow may never be. When I say my prayers, I know I'll be alright; All through the night. For every new face, And every far off place; Through your word I will learn, What I can do for you. Every storm you see me through, Makes my Faith stronger in you. I lift up my hands to you, And give all my Praises for what you do.12/01/2005
by Britney Edington
Tim(I think thats yur name), This is an awesome poem! I feel the same way. Sooo...yeah get back to me. Britney Edingtonbrit_mo_2011@hotmail.com