The human body slumped in a heap of pain, sorrowful tears of tiredness pitter pat to the white knuckles, and puddle to floor. The wet hands are raised; cupped together to cover the face, to steady the mind for the Earth upon which they sit spins to a dizzy state of unbalance.“Why, O why my Lord? How much longer must I endure? When will tranquility befriend me once again?”
“Return to me…return to me.”…is uttered in a soft whisper from deep within the grieving soul.
“Return to me…return to me… as I begged my people many years ago.”
“Return to me and your heart will rise in splendor as the lily in full bloom.”
“Return to me and be renewed just as the fresh rain feeds the Earth and sprouts new life.”
“Return to me…return to me…return to me………”
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Sometimes when troubles arise and God seems so far away; it is not He who left, but us who turned away. Seek the Son this Easter season and choose Him as your sweet adoration and not the things of this world.
“Come near to God and He will come near to you.”
~James 4:8~
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