Your spirit is like the rush of fresh water down the stream; so pure. Your spirit speaks to me like the breeze blowing through the trees; so soft. Your spirit makes me strong like a fresh piece of fruit after a hike throughout the forest; so uplifting. Your spirit comforts me like a mother comforts her child in the midst of a thunderstorm; safety.
Your spirit causes me to grow, by filling me up with your presence and guiding me on how I should live.
You are magnificent, holy, righteous . . .
Your spirit is here . . .
1 comment:
such lovely prose, I wonder who's spirit is so full, so mighty. they are truly a lucky soul.
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