“O Father, teach me to realize Thy nearness behind the voice of my prayer. Teach me to breathe Thy breath in my own breathing.”
I’m swimming in the bed of comfort where I soul search for clarity, in the presence of my present woes it’s in my darkest hours that I reach out to my third eye in retrieving my wisdom kindness. I’m at ease with my mentality; as I crave intellect rain of thoughts in the scent of Your spirit. I recalled Your gift to me, the gift of giving and being given it’s in my darkest hours in the most rarest cold nights I find a peace of mind.