Worry Fills Every Breath

When my breath is heavy from life, You cradle my love and bring that breath close to You. I feel the softness of Your presence and hear whispers of Your love My tears fall to the hem of Your Holiness. You take them and write them in a book. It does not matter what You wrote. For what matters is being here resting. In Your love, You are my treasured love and I am Yours. Take me deeper into Your presence. For your name is within me for all eternity. I will worship You.