The words of my beloved saves me
The joy, peace, and rest I have with you, in your presences
cannot compare to anything.
It has nothing to do with what is happening around me
and everything to do with who you are.
You are my father, my potter, my creator, my maker, my hero, my friend.
Your words continuously save me.
“Your words were found and I ate them.” Jeremiah 15:16
Forever I will rejoice.
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