Keep me thine, oh Lord my God, for it is thine own self who brings the afflicted and down trodden, life, as renewing as the wind inside the lungs which raiseth our chest, pumping in rhythm our very heart!
Does not the nose point the way, as the eyes follow, gathering in many of the small joys into each drop of pure happiness which reflects the light of Thy Everlasting.
Heed my ears, lend your sound, for God continues to speak, “Hear Him”, He has laid out His voice throughout each age, which we call scripture; upon multiple testimonies are all around us, even if the world itself has tried to forget.
Agent yourself unto the choices of freedom and life, gifts so bounteous through the window of Heaven, being displayed openly. Little room in the receiving yet flowing abundantly, never ceasing for He blesses all His creations in love as a true devoted Father, which He is!
