A good and faithful kitty servant, ready to bite my toes.

Ever watchful as You, Lord, reminding me to wake up and write your prose.

For whom!? It is not I that knows.

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Only known by You.

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It’s not about me or my rest and my sleep.

It’s about prayers and encouragement for people out in the deep.

People in the world that You keep.

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Loved by You.

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Right now my world is full of pollen, which keeps my allergies hollerin’.

I find this the worst for my toleran’.

My sneezes and my coughs are trouble.

Add those night sweats, makes life’s annoyances double. 

How can I harvest sleep from rubble?

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But somehow I do.

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I don’t understand the system of my health.

But I know Lord that I truly have life from your wealth.

Our inner workings are so stealth. 

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Who knew?

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So I will somehow praise in my stumble. 

Because I knew eventually my praise will be double.

My thorns but Your Grace is enough over my trouble.

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You are truly True. 

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For now I will sit and watch my toes.

I will sleep when I’m not in tossing and turning throws.

And I live fine enough, everyone and I knows. 

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I do.

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So let the Kitty purr and stare.

Let my brokeness make me aware.

Our life in part now, to Your WHOLE, there is no compare.

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I love You.

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Thank you Lord for the toes, prose and who knows. 

You knows. 

In You Lord, life goes…

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TRUE. 

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Amen 

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1CORINTHIANS 13

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part,  but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.