Here's a post that is a little unorthodox in nature and perhaps more suited to the poems sections. This afternoon my heart was full to overflowing with love for my creator and with the testing of a new font it brought out the creative juices that inspired these few lines:

What great joy, what incalculable peace and contentment to know the heart of your true father and in his tender arms to escape to the richness and beauty of complete surrendrence to his will. What is man without the creator of his soul, without He who endowed within that soul the wonder of new birth, the awe inspiring grace of a life filled with purpose. Grant me oh father eyes to see the wondrous gifts that your unfathomable heart has prepared and bestowed upon my life.

Oh father underneath your gaze I grow stronger, my countenance is lifted to heights that I never knew to seek after. I feel that all my being is in your tender grasp treasured, wept over in tears of joy, looked upon as buried treasure at first discovery when excitement and fascination over each and every facet is peaked. Where might I go now, to whose arms might I turn but yours? In yours I find my true love, a home for my heart, a place of refuge amidst the storms that rage, and the knowledge that forever I am yours.