Forsake all, Little One.
Come to me.
Walk, run, crawl -
long -
come.
I know you. You are mine.
Forget not the sound of my voice.
Come.
I will whisper - I am here.
Shhhhhh.
visit our new home!
11 years ago
conversations with Abba, Papa, i am His. i am muchafraid, becoming danceswithjoy.
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