Risk beads, Like seeds; Slow walk, Good talk.

My "baby" daughter, her

who is last of the tribe

is now deemed a "young per-

son", and brings ON "the vibe"..

The other day she spoke,

at breakfast, at seven:

"..all can say, (girl, or bloke)

'I belong to heaven'".

Then she read that bead-card

that tells the risky way,

to live life, going hard..

Recalling made my day!

Makes me want to pray for
her, and all her friends here,
thankful that Christ's "much more.."
goes deeper than a smear:

Please my Father-Spirit,

help this girl, your daughter,

to throw out her old script

'cause your story caught her!