The Presence of God is a land spread out before me to claim all that I am, ever was, or ever will be. It is a meadow of thought like the blessing green. It is a place, a secret space of Ours alone, where mercy falls like rain. Where the Son and everything He has to shed Light upon becomes my only border. And His arms...and His eyes--they are my only hope. Within His smile lies my only desired future.
It is my one true prayer. I hear it held within the hushed confines of my endless…Continue