Oh mysterious one!
the way your face doth shine with a blinding light that warms the earth
Bundled in the abundance of grace and mercy
Your warmth is all encompassing
It constrains my heart to grow in fullness of love
Your love contains a vastness that fills the emptiness of desserts and valleys
An array of wonder and beauty you are!
In you!
I find my rest
In you!
I abide in the calmness of the universe
I am at peace with my anxieties and fulfilled
I see the vision
I feel the weight of eternal glory of the kingdom life
I come upon the richness of my heritage
I am what I am!
I am one with my father
I know his heart and intention
I move with his purpose in mind
In the midst of my humanity, an essence of deity emerges
From me a new born child arises in the image of my father
I am reborn in his image
In his image a child is born!
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