It was a cold January morning in 2006. I happened to be taking a shower when the Holy Spirit spoke clearly to me and said, “Teach my children what I have taught you in a simple and clear way.”
Show them the love of me
the only kind of love that will heal their pain and hurt.
Be my hands and my feet.
Tell them they have a Father who cares when no one else does.
I am holding out my hands bidding, “Come.”
Won’t you tell them, please?
You are the only connection I have.
Tell them I am real.
I am waiting for you in eternity.
Won’t you tell them, please?
