comfy dwelling,
well nourished
pampered chick.
Challenging forte
explore…comfy dwelling
no more. Frightening
expanse, the world
awaits; flight of
destiny a future mapped,
an uncertainty. Father,
by Thy Word and grace
and protection I long
to be the pampered chick,
to rely solely on Thee. I
thank You that I am always
fed by Your nourishing grace
and when I falter You are
my Saving Grace.
All glory and honour be unto
Thee for now and all eternity.
Amen
©️PSA 22/4/21.
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