Here is a letter from a precious soul

That you don't in Christ pretend
That in you I must you commend
Your hand your always willing to lend
So that everyone else with Christ can make amend
Your love for me now I know has no end
You are special even to descend
Coming low to my level so we can ascend
The thrown of grace together so to attend
The bouquet table where at his feet we bend
In worship and adoration where he's left to tend
Our dreams, goals and vision and so we can now blend
In with his future for us so no one...