Who, me? Said, I.
Yea, YOU. Said, He.
Why, come? Replied, I.
Just Cuz I love you. Responded, He.
When, Father? Asked, I.
Soon, My Daughter. Replied, He Who Loves Me.
I’m afraid. She, admitted.
Of, what? He asked.
To believe that it is actually MY turn. I, said.
Are you not allowed a turned? Asked, He.
My Yippppeees feel something, deep inside me and want to let loose some yippppees but I won’t let them go. I admitted.
Do you not believe that I have the best in mind for you? Wondered, He.
I do. Reasoned, I.
Come, My Daughter, and receive all that I have prepared for you before you were born. Invited, Him.
Who, me?
Yea, YOU.
Here I come.
going,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: My heart is open. My hands are outstretched. I wonder if I shall be held soon. Would be lovely….*sigh*.
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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