She sat on us – dressing our skins with a bountiful awaiting.
She gave us – aloe’s bitter mist.
Her dew is full and refreshing.
I never saw clouds fall, quite like heavy burdens exploding.
I ‘ve seen the sky carrying her young.
I’ve stepped through teary, boughs rejoicing.
I no longer pray on my knees .
I’ve given them a rest.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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