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In prayerful stillness I ponder,
leaving time for careful reflection,
I seek to vivify the depth of my soul,
to seek, to question, to pray, to prepare.

Rising from the echo of ancient whispers,
and in the murmur of a gentle breeze,
I hear the question, timeless, profound,
“Who do you say I am?”

In the entangled web of my doubt and faith,
when only my heart and soul see clearly,
I search for words, for lucidity, for truth,
to honor the sanctity of this examination.

You, the luminescence piercing the dark,
the hope that keeps me from despair,
the love that binds what’s broken,
the grace that lifts me when I’ve fallen.

You, the shepherd of the lost,
the healer of the wounded,
the teacher of those who seek,
the savior of my soul.

In the face of such divinity,
my words falter, my breath stills,
yet from my soul, my heart finds its voice,
to proclaim with unbound, trembling joy.

You are the Christ, the living God,
the promise of eternity,
the answer to my every longing,
the way, the truth, the life.

And in this humble declaration,
may my racing heart be prepared, readied,
to meet Your gaze, to return that gaze,
to answer with unwavering faith.