He whispered live and so I came to be
His hands reached out as I took tentative steps in the direction in which He beckoned me
His spirit trailed me as I journeyed through the valley’s of despair,as I mounted the hill of trials and drowned in the ocean of sorrow
His embrace became my home
His heart is all I ever seek
His presence is my sustenance
He who seeks me amongst the crowd
He who loves me without cause
He who clothes me when I am stripped of my courage
He who crowned me when I was nought
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