Waters of Heaven
The crisp waters of heaven flow down to surround.
Engulfing, they lift me.
They lift me higher and higher
Until there is no stress, no anxiety, no suffering.
Free at last, I can think.
I can breath.
I am free.
The crisp waters of heaven surround me.
The crisp waters of heaven engulf me.
The crisp waters of heaven save me.
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