Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Luke 12:21-22, 29, 34

baby bird
Baby bird who flew the nest.

My king, teach me to stop storing up things for myself. Instead, I desire to grow rich towards You. I will not worry about my life, what I eat, or what I wear. I set my heart on you, you are my treasure.

Paraphrased into prayer form.

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