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...