Silence is God's aroma and aura.
His voice is kinda voiceless in a way
He is slow to anger
He's kinda predictable cause he's the same as yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever more
What shall we say to these things when no weapon formed against us seems not to prosper
But only his plans for us shall certainly prosper
When I feel as if the world is already full for my being,he whispers in to thin air that I do belong
Indeed his mercy is freshly brewed every single morning
His unfailing love is our confidence
His ways cannot be calculated but by his faith it shall happen
Let's stay here child of God,I know the world looks promising but God's promise doesn't get old.