This morning I contemplate Your being, Your essence. Though
we may speak thousands upon thousands of words in regards to You, You are the
Word, and You are that which speaks each word.
It is in You that we dwell, for it is You that dwells, yet You dwell
not. Like the wind, Your presence is
felt; You are not seen by some, only
dust blowing about. Yet I see You, in
each flower, in each smile, in each song that is sung to You, in each of You.
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