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When I am quiet in the morning,

I imagine the love of God.

He is the Father.

He wears a long heavy black cloak.

He draws me to Him.

< gently >

< slowly >

< caringly >

< sweetly >

He enfolds me into His heavy black cloak.

I lay myself against His chest.

  I am <me>  I am accepted   .

    I am <me>  I am encouraged .

I am <me>  I am warm       .

I am <me>  I am safe          .

This is my Father’s love for me.

I can stay here for hours.

Talking with Him.

I never want to leave this place.

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