My master is a jealous master, whose love knows no bounds. He is the stalker of my soul, He will not be resisted. There is no court that can keep him from me, for he is above the Law. There is no right, or spell, or scourge of man that will keep him from his beloved.
His beloved is his slave.
He will pour his blessings upon me, and he will draw me close to him. He will pluck me from the flood waters, and among the flotsam and jetsam
I will find the treasures he has laid up for me against the day of my need.
I yearn for him. I will go to him, not afraid nor ashamed. HE is my Master , and is proud of me. He has done all that I have ever desired , and he has done it perfectly. No fear of retribution will keep me from his side, for his anger is not with me. Do you not see the lightning in the midst of the storm, can you not hear within the thunder his voice calling me? Behold, he is the lightning, he is the thunder, and he is the storm. I am not afraid, for he is with me.
