Untapped reservoir When I had nothing better to do, nothing else going on, I would reach out to the Lord of the universe. Little ol’ me. And, of course, when troubles arose I was always right there tugging at His coat. Just in case it was true. One day, down a lonely path, through a flurry of leaves, I saw Him ahead of me, plainly beckoning, inviting me to His house for tea. If you’re not too busy, He said. If you’ve nothing better to do. Tears, held back a lifetime, wet my cheeks, the sleeves of my coat – cleansing rivers coming from the broken, untapped reservoir within my chest. O child of God, wherever fate takes you never
forget the mercy of the Lord of Mercy.
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