One last thing remains of me Lord, can you hear me? My vision is of fish and tangled seaweeds, of roots and darkness, am I lost now? Reaching up to you with my last feeble strength, Lord, I reach for you with my hand. It is all that is left of me Lord, can you hear me now? All the rest I have made is washed away in the cold waters, lost beneath the deep. Up is now down, I can not reach you. Cold water drowns me now. If I could only hold your hand Lord, can you hear me? Or am I…lost?
Spinning out from the center with nothing but centripetal force holding me together. You are my anchor. Without your hand I would fly away into the darkness in all directions. The mind which you gave me, tends not to rest. It is an object that would stay in motion unless acted upon by outside forces. You are that Force though not outside, but rather inside. I keep my eyes on you and the terror and fear and uncertainty of life pass under my feet, out of view. You cradle my existence like a newborn, you are my Father. Love and Peace flow out of you in abundance, turning darkness away. My life is small compared to your creation yet you still know my name and hold my hand. And keep me anchored in terrible waters
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