My, Majestic, Lord Supreme..
With adoration filled in Your heart, You ceaselessly paint joyous life into the void spaces You find on the canvas of my internal skies.
This void that longs for Your presence.
Aspires for Your will.
Craves Your touch.
Divine Connection.
Your finger, the composer of Your supernatural intent, gives birth to Truth – brimming with the purest, most primitive form of magical, artistic creativity;
ripe yet raw,
immersed in the paradox of Your dichotomy.
Your finger, now serving as a divine instrument of supernatural science, is an infinite paintbrush that brings to life its artistic creations;
Grace abounds as a mystical array of colours drenched in abundant, unconditional love gracefully decorate my desolate canvas skies with sincere colour-filled Presence.
You took the time to search the depths of my being and unearthed the painful, deepest, most darkest voids hiding in the pits within me.
You gave…
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