Oh Lord I am blessed.

When I think of your mercies my heart finds rest knowing you are watching over me, protecting me from my fears, and drying my tears.

You are the arms I fall into when I am alone. You are my own.

I love the way you speak to me gently. You tell me I am your child and you are my father. I get on my knees to call your name and you answer.

You hear my voice no matter the time, no matter the season, even if I have no reason.

You hear my voice and I thank you.

I am gratful to have met you on that road, the road that led me to nowhere to find the somewhere, where you reside.

I am yours and you are mine. I am no longer alone.

Blessing & Prosperity

Stacyann Nathan