Friday, June 20, 2014


Love, Papa.

As you prepare for the worst,
The worst anticipates your arrival.
As you prepare for the best,
Trust is challenged to the max
But if you accept any outcome
As the destiny given by glory,
Disappointment disappears
Anticipation abounds
And preparation needs no place.
For you were born prepared
And you will be guided only
To where your preparation
Is welcomed.
Love, Papa.

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