Dear Miss Dinah,
Many times I find myself singing songs and speaking words in faith over you.
I don't know where they come from, but I know that I do it, because He first did it.
I say you are precious,
because He first did.
I say you are a child of heaven,
because He first did.
I say there's a great plan for you for hope and a future,
because He first did.
And someday, I believe, you will respond back to me.
You'll sing to me (even more than you do now!)
You'll speak your own words in faith.
And then someday, I believe, you will respond to Him.
The original author, perfecter, the lover of your soul.
Lately, I find myself singing my own version of this song. The original gives me goosebumps, as I can here Him singing it to me.
Yes, my baby, this is the kind of song He sings over you.
And this, which I sing lately, I hope will someday be your response.
If I gave you my heart, would you take it
and make me the happiest girl in the world?
If I told you I just couldn't stand one more minute
without you, Lord?
I love you,
because He first did.
Mamma <3
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