God’s thoughts are so far above our own.
His ways much higher and are not known.
Uniquely her own are my child’s thoughts, ideas, plans and dreams.
Rejoice do I, as she is fearfully made in God’s grand scheme.
This treasure sent to me from heaven up above.
Entrusted with her care - for a while mine to love.
The decisions she makes for herself are not up to me.
Called to train and instruct her am I, but then to set free.
Growing together as we will to travel His narrow way.
Because of her, more like Jesus I’ll be with each passing day.
Ginny Bain Allen
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