From, Your Daughter.

You’re wonderful,

You’re merciful,

You’re beautiful,

You’re powerful…

So powerful.

You can perform miracles…

and You do…

all the time.

Even when we cannot see,

You are constantly working…

never stopping.

Always working…

in mysterious ways.

You continue guiding me,

and molding me…

along…

with others.

You guide us through this crazy life…

this world full of sin…

we can’t see it,

but we know there is a plan,

and that plan is Your’s…

all Your’s.

And no one can stop it…

thank goodness for that,

because then we wouldn’t be able to see…

the beautiful works,

of Your mighty hands,

of Your perfect ways.

Thank You, God!

For being in control…

for leading us all,

helping Your children,

loving us all,

and getting us through…

the pain of this world.

Thank You.

For being my “Abba”.

For being my father.

Thank You…

for I am so loved,

so cherished,

all because of You.

This poem was written for You, father,

Abba…

I love you.

From, your daughter,

of the one true king.

Copyright © 2026 Angela J. Stout.