Express Yourself.

There is a God that lives inside of me, for he speaks to me through words. It is in writing that I cry most often out of beauty and it is through writing that I have regained my faith. It is when I hear the word; the realization of the world through such words. It is there, that I find him. God is an image beyond form; he is a man beyond flesh. There are no words to encapsulate him and so we are left trying to describe his creations. For we are all men and women of God, we all carry him within us. He observes our attempts in finding him and likely he smirks at our external search—for he knows we all were born with the wisdom of him being within us.