I am held in His holy embrace,
Not beside Him, not beneath—but within.
All that I am and all that I carry
Is not mine alone—it is Him in me.
His breath is my breath,
His pulse, my beat.
His thoughts flow like rivers
Where my spirit drinks sweet.
This I know—oh, how I know—
Not in mind alone, but in the marrow of my soul.
We are not two, divided by sky or veil.
We are one—His heart is my sail.
I do not reach for Him. I do not strive.
I do not beg Him to come alive.
He is already here,
In every whisper, every tear.
When I laugh, He echoes.
When I cry, He leans close.
He is the echo in my silence,
The stillness in my storm.
No power can pluck me from His arms,
No darkness undo this divine bond.
The Spirit smiles, not from afar—
But from inside, where His glories are.
He restrains His fire, yet I feel the flame—
A warmth, a light, a holy claim.
And even that flicker is too much
For those who rise to oppose my touch.
For I walk in Him,
And He walks in me.
A love so weightless, yet heavy with peace.
A truth so vast, it makes the heavens kneel—
That I and my God are one, and this is real.
So let them wonder, let them try,
To question how I soar so high.
But I will not explain what only love can teach:
I am in Him—no wall, no breach.
And this I know, beyond all knowing,
Like breath in lungs, like rivers flowing.
My life is hidden in His face,
Forever held in His holy embrace.
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