Treasure Island

Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

In His Presence


In his present my spirit leaps,
It's that type of feeling like I'm in bed with my silk sheet but God to me feels better then  that! ! !

It's like the wind blowing that cool breeze on my skin and I'm taking away to a place were mentally, physically safe becomes    
an understatement, you see in his presents! ! ! ! ! joy surrounds me completely.

It brith so many things, so many ideas, trying to process it all at once feels  like I'm having a spiritual orgasm! ! ! ! that I was out  and down for count like a dead man, a dead man, a dead man! ! ! Who is  now at the place where peace never felt so good, never felt so good never, never felt so good! ! ! !

In his presence...... 

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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