Sometimes in the gloomiest of days there is a light waiting to be born; conceived in the bosom of the Lord on high.

Waiting for the birth canal to give way; that place being my mind when it succumbs to his peace.

I find that all things that trouble me have a start; I must know that if it is not a thought of heaven then, it must be one of hell.

If it is from heaven it will be bathed in peace, it will be of love; Love for my family, my world.

It is a thought that is to be shared with all whether it is spoken or not, Ah lets go back it is an event that was birthed in my soul.

I send it out with the love that it was born of; with the touch of the one who created it. He has fond thoughts of those it is destined for.

It dances in my heart opening up the floodgates of water hidden there. The water flows as tears meant to  wash away past hurts and pain.

They occupy space meant for his spirit to share and love me. For all he desires is to be beside us to live in the love that he is.

All that he has provided has never run dry; and is as full now as it was when I first found it. Now if I purpose to live in failure then so it is.

Seeing that he is a God of success and fulfillment and he abides in me; I know that his benefits fit me then I must choose victory.

I dedicate all that is within me to his work and the things that he has birthed in me.

For what is within me, that belongs to him anyway?