I sit here adoring, looking up to You. You are my Master, my love, my world. Long do I hope to serve you. As long as you permit me, I shall stay at Your feet. To do Your bidding is my happiness. To see disappointment in Your eyes is a wound to my soul. To hear the words, "Good girl, job well done" from Your lips is to send my soul flying on the greatest wings of joy. To see desire in Your eyes makes me want You even more. And this is how my life shall be, always at my Master's feet.
What pain shall I find behind the dark door?
Where shall this new hurt come from?
Is it from without or is it from within?
Is it the lasting, dull ache or is it the sharp, brief pierce of Agony?
Are you the one to bring this pain to me or am I to bring it to myself?
Or shall I find no pain at all?
And is success or failure the truest pain of all?
I say neither of these but the pain of loss is the strongest, truest pain of all.
To my daughter Jasmine
I love you, my Jasmine Flower.
You are the Light of my life.
You are the sun in my sky.
When the world is dark and the sky is grey,
Your smile is what brings joy to my day.
You're so soft, I love just holding You.
When I cry, You cry with me;
But Your laugh will always make me smile.
My Jasmine Flower, born in the cold February,
Remember always that You are my World.
Remember always that You are my Life.
For You I would move mountains.
For You I would pull the sun out of the sky.
My Daughter, so young and tender, You are my reason for living.
I thank You for completing me.
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