Breath of the Spirit

The praise which hath dawned from Thy most august self and the glory which hath shown forth from Thy most effulgent beauty rest upon Thee, O Thou who art the Manifestation of Grandeur. O God, my God! These are Thy feeble servants. They are Thy loyal bondsmen and Thy handmaidens who have bowed themselves down before Thy exalted utterance and humbled themselves at the threshold of life. Thou art He who hath created all things through a word uttered by Thy behest, and fashioned the entire creation through the power of Thy sovereignty and might. I testify, O my God, that if I were given a thousand lives by Thee, and offered them up all in Thy path, I would still have failed to repay the least of the gifts which, by Thy grace, Thou hast bestowed upon me. There is none other God but Thee, the Fashioner, the Creator, the Almighty, the most powerful. I give praise to Thee, O my God, that Thou hast awakened me out of my sleep, and brought me after my disappearance, and raised me up from my slumber Praise be to God. His traces are evident. Praise be to God. His lights are radiating.