You can't see him with your eyes.
You can't feel him with your hands.
You can't hear him with your ears.
You have to receive him with your heart.
You have to experience him with your heart, mind and soul.
Then you can see his glory.
Then you can feel his presence.
Then you can hear his still small voice.
Then you are his child.
Great truths are expressed in this lovely work. Your train of thought is constant. A profound message powerfully delivered. Thank you.
And before we are his child, what are we? Who were our parents?
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Then I am his child? No, I am always his Son as are You and all of us are Brothers Let's love each other like we want to be loved! God bless