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 heart. I pray that He will be there when I am done. Because...does anything else really matter?
He is my One True Love. In His Presence, we talk to each other. What a beautiful language it is to pray....
This was my meditation, or my inner thoughts, when in God's Presence recently. What is your "alone time" with God the Father, or with Jesus His son, like?