Your love is washing over me like the ripples on the water. It speaks to me, calming the innermost places of my heart. "Be still, daughter, and listen to me. Come closer to me." You are drawing me in tenderly-seeking to comfort my soul; ministering to every part of me. You can mend all things-with your physician's hand, you stitch me back together-slowly and methodically. I need to be still in your care, while you continue to mend-for it will take time to heal. Stay with me and comfort me while I wait on you.
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