In the still of the morning I can feel you there.
You alongside me.
You who never leaves me, although, I try to chase you away with my stubbornness
and self-sufficiency.
You stick by me.
So undeserved, so welcome, so overwhelmingly good.
You never tire of me, my relentless questions and my repeated
prayers.
I feel you there and I am grateful.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are
there; if I make
my bed in
the depths, you are there. If
I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me; your
right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:7-10
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