*My heart is raised high, lifted above,* Not in fear, but wrapped in love. For I am fearfully, wonderfully made, By the hands that formed and laid. I soar so high, yet not with wine, But filled with the Spirit, so divine. Drunk in glory, lost in grace, Drenched in His warm embrace. *My hands feel heavy, yet not with strain,* They move in sync with what I gain. Not from labor, not from toil, *But from heaven’s endless oil.* *They write as they receive from above,* Flowing freely, drenched in love. For every word, for every line, Carries whispers of the divine. @𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 🌹