Dear Master, You are the bread of life I eat, most infinite and holy. You exist above mundane matter. You are pure thought, vital expression; You are pure Love.
Please take me into the sky. Marry my soul to Your Spirit. Take me as I am, in my frail inadequacies, take me as I am and make me to one day sprout wings, carried upon the snow white dove. Thank You God for being my friend and Savior. Amen.
Your whispers call me sweetly; the wind, the fire, the air; the river of waters that heal. Your whispers speak of Your millennium. One thousand years shall we reign together. It is what I meditate upon, the deepest desires of my heart: to serve in Your temple and gaze upon Your face.
Larry Word
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