I am silent…yet the imminence is stirring…
My soul is stirring…for you, my Muse…
Profundity’s abyss of waters deep…
Reality…existence…perspective…views…
Why do I live? Why does my soul breath with an eternal fire?
The words that come and go, in inspiration of the soul?
I know not…one thought…that frames existence…
My God, the God of Heaven, You know all and I do not…
You see my soul and hidden pathways that mind my own fails to understand.
I look ahead in hope, I pray in silence…You hear my steps
And take me by my hand.
Without You I would have surely perished,
You give me life and burning fire to live.
The flaming words that come into existence
Of their own, and clearly not of mine own will…
You see my heart and know my desires,
The deepest motivations of my soul…
I pray to You, o God of Heaven,
I kneel before You and submit to You.
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