Arishka7
Paddles to the heart. What to do? Will it start? Come to life, oh, lifeless one. Come to life, to the One who forever holds life in His hands. Don't be afraid to breathe again. Come to life, oh, lifeless one. Come.
Thick and gooey, it slides down the stack of deliciousness. One bite at a time, down the hatch, here it comes. I love how the spirit is so much like this. He saturates, He's sweet, He coats. The bread of life (the word) is not the same without Spirit, much like a pancake isn't a pancake without syrup.
A place where enchantment occurs, no thoughts of working for things because things just are. We just are. A magical forest filled with the wonder of childhood, imagination, creativities, and lightening bugs. That's all I've got.