Sweet Ting-a-Lings, Purr in my ear.
Yahvael, You’re like raindrops that glisten and glide over the leaves,
That glisten and glide down my face.
How I just want to splash myself in Your rain.
Spread the wings on my spirit, O’God;
Stretch me; fill me, till I can’t be filled anymore.
I will praise You, Father,,,,, praises of sweetness, praises of happiness, praises of love.
You have touched my life in so many imaginable ways that I never thought possible, and I want to thank You. You have lit a fire in me that every day I crave to read Your words of light and wisdom. O’ Father, I want to be covered in Your radiant fabric of silk; I want to be right there with you holding Your hand and hearing Your words in my ear. You are a Precious Flower of many colors, and I Love You.
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