God keeps my essence unspoiled, as created. May illness impair me? Yes. May disaster befall me? Of course. May I suffer? Inevitably. May I die? Certainly. But the soul inhabiting the divine image in which I am eternally birthed lives. God sees. I go. I come. God was, is, and will be watching.
Thank You, God. Praise and worship to You, Holy One, Holy Three. Amen.
Thank You, God. Praise and worship to You, Holy One, Holy Three. Amen.
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