Looking and praying
Humbling and staying.
A bit like a fog lingering in the mist
Not knowing where to turn
Not knowing where to find a solution.. to learn.
The closer I get to the front of the throne
I feel the presence of god entering into my heart
Singing heavenly, through a message to enchant.
The mist is my protector
As I rather sit back and observe,
Relishing the Holy Spirit
And feeling appreciated, where I live it.
I love you
Like the fog running through in the mist,
Always lingering through the godly pause
Endeavouring and not wanting any applause
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