Such Masterful Arts You have displayed before us, O’ Lord. If I stop painting for even a second, I know that you will gently place Your hand over mine and guide to the next segment of the painting that needs to be colored. Spring up, O’ Well, for there is a new dawn of a new day. Sprinkle us with Your Holy glitter. Let the mist of Yahvael’s honey drips leave your pores feeling glad. Yahveal, You are graceful even as you walk upon the rocks. You make them tingle with your exhilaration. Father, there is a mystery to solve in myself. I do not understand this mystery, yet I know You do. I know there are things yet for me: things I have not heard, seen, or felt. I do not know what the future holds, but this I do know: I have faith, and I will hold onto that faith. Selah!
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