Touching God
Touching God while reaching my hand out towards His light which is like an electrical field. A charge races up and down my arms and spine.
Jesus tells me to open my arms wide as He fills them with His warmth.
Hugging me, He holds me close as His love fills me.
Sometimes I miss what I don't yet have on Earth. Things like enough trusted friends or even a life's mate to love me through those cold winter days or through those sweet hot nights.
I will wait on what God has for me
Without Him, I wander around like a blind man bumping into things that don't always bode well for me.
So you see the more I follow the Lord, I will become more familiar with the best things concerning this lifetime and in the next.
This relationship, my first and foremost quest is to be able to touch God and hold onto Him, for only He can take me into that rich forever.
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