You are the Prose of the Exhale of God, upon the Poetry which my Spirit does Inhale, to Breathe me to all Life and Love.
You are that Spirit Who broods over me and is the "Let there be", of Light and Life, by Whom all things are Seen in Hope by all things which are not Seen in Faith.
You are the Wind played Music upon the chimes of my Spirit in Song lifted up to Beating Heart, as each Symphony is the Breeze of the Orchestra of Life.
You are my Breath Who has filled me, to the Exhale of Prayers to the Lord, in Sighs of Thankfulness, Gratefulness and Joyfulness all in the Love and Life of You. Amen and Amen
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