Talia from Journal by Nerida

Every good gift comes from above,
From the Father of Lights, who doesn't change like shifting shadows.
In his goodness he chose to make us his own,
and we became his choice possession, his precious children…

And I don’t want to forget it,
Don’t want to lose myself,
In blind ingratitude,
Want to have eyes and ears open
To every good gift,
Every precious thing from you

And all I can say is thank you for setting me free
From all my bitter emptiness,
And for the struggling times you carried me,
Your love’s more stubborn than my unbelief

Every good gift comes from above, from the Father of Lights,
Who doesn't change like shifting shadows…

• Acoustic
• Australian
• Folk
• gratitude
• singer-songwriter
• Canowindra