My God is like the moon in my heart
shining in and through the clouds,
the clouds of sorrow and worries.
My God alone is the most powerful one
to remove my clouds whether dark
or shining white piercing in and
throuh my soul which yearns for Him.
I adore my God.
He is my creator.
He is my saviour.
He is the lover
whom my soul loves
without my permission.
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