My Daily Bread

You open your hand and release daily bread to your child.
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 ***