Though my needs are many, you meet them all ...
in your perfect way, in your perfect time.
Days pass when i hear not your sweet voice or feel your hand upon me,
Even so, your tender hand delivers my daily bread faithfully.
I am as an infant, helpless in this world in so many ways.
As a doting Father, you cherish me...provider of my daily bread.... from the breaking of the dawn,
until the sun sets on another day.
*** Angela Jennifer ***