My child, I do beseech thee to come into my arms. May I hold thee warmly and wipe away thy tears? Hast thou cried deep into cold, dark nights wondering why the heavens seemed to cover thee in infinite darkness? I do see thee. I, God, do hear thee. I, the Eternal Father, do know thy heart. Thou art My child. Though all the universe is My handiwork and is held in place by My power, thou art Mine beloved. My power holds in place My handiwork, the universe, which is thine also. Doth life's travails make thy heart faint? Doth thy body grow weak from oppression? Who is on thy side? Art thou alone? I am with thee. Regardless of the depths of thine own self-made purgatory, I am with thee. Despite all evil and malice, all the hatred and destruction, I am with thee, if thou wilt only seek Me. Seek Me, I am always near; as near as thy next breath, as near as thy next heart beat, as near as thy next tear. I will take thee into My arms and wipe away all thy tears. This thou can have today, now, and Forever. Amen.
©2002 Clarke Ensign Waldron
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