I feel a warm breeze kissing my face and combing my hair.
I feel like I'm not alone there.
It's like there's a hand holding me up from the ground.
There's no one there, no voices no sound.
I search real hard for the meaning of life.
I look to find the line between wrong and right.
Can't someone show me the way?
Then I decide to go to my knees and pray.
Looking up to see the answers in the stars.
But there is nothing for miles afar.
I then begin to cry a river of tears.
But then a roaring voice speaks, child don't fear.
For that was me there kissing your face.
And it was me holding you in a loving embrace.
For you are not lost.
But on the road of life everyone must cross.
Follow me in your heart.
Because from you I will never part.
For I am your Father, your friend.
And your guide to the very end.
By: Missy Newland
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