@Godwin 7 August 2020 more from that month

God-obcessed

Some describe HIM as wind Wind, fire, or a mixture with thunders, But HIS love like breeze, gentle on our skin, Is what we feel inside, and know that is HIM. My secret place, my refuge, my me, my dwelling place My beauty that never sleeps, But I was made out of nothing; that nothing is YOU; YOU are my everything. The 7th day beauty I want to imagine; YOU resting I want to see, Did YOU close YOUR eyes? Did I come to kiss YOU being in YOU? YOU laid on YOUR sofa; Nay, something so fun? In the world, but not of the world; In Christ; according to YOUR Word; Out from YOU; proposed in YOU; all I think of is YOU; Was I always YOUR cry baby before I was formed? Beautiful one; For YOU I live on; Precious LORD, my life is on YOUR board; I feel weak today; but that’s not what YOU’d say; Can’t be afraid of tomorrow, even if it’s a thousand years; YOUR instruction for today is sufficient; And when disapproved by friends, they never were. I love YOU FATHER, not just YOUR power. Was obsessed to live better-but the key was surrender!