Out of the womb of silence wisdom is birthed Behold! Keys to My storehouse of treasure Blessed are the owners of wings!
Who will come and seek gems of great price hidden from casual observers? O how flesh recoils from quiet places--the ponds of solitude, Yet the spirit is nourished in the wilderness of isolation finding rest in My Presence. Call on the name of El Shaddai, The All Sufficient One,
In the stillness of the night
Together we will leap and frolic in the cool of a new day.
Drink the milk and wine of my presence, beloved. Music original composition by Jalal Ali
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