A prophetic poem declaring alignment with Father
He is quiet, I am quiet.
He is still, I am still.
He is at rest, I am at rest.
I am as He is.
Why would I be any different?
He rises up, I rise up.
He soars on high, I with Him.
He consoles the poor, I too.
He defines justice, me with Him.
Then again He is quiet, me too.
Together in perfect unity.
He’s not stressed, I’m not stressed.
He’s not in a hurry, neither am I.
John 15:5-8, 17:2o-21