The Need of His Merciful Love
Deserted, all alone. Knowing, there's no place to go. As my mind starts to flood with fear, stress and anxiety, my mental state starts to fall. But then, as I hear the heavenly angels call, I now know not to feel so small. I feel Him, His presence, His grace, His mercy. I am no longer alone. The only thing that can keep me calm; the touch of the Lord's spiritual palm. My mind, once filled with fear, stress and anxiety reverses with such speed. My God, You are all I need. yyyyyy yy
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