A/N Based on a personal experience.

The warmth of His embrace,

Gentle and comforting;

Oh! how wonderful is His presense!

As I lifte my praise and worship,

Though I used not words with my mouth,

I knew He was listening.

As I laid prostrate in my bed,

Singing songs of praise with my heart,

A surge of warmth came over me.

I began to sweat,

Although the night was chilly as those of winter.

I had to kick awaymy blanket,

Yet the wave of heat remained.

I stretched my hands above my head,

A symbol of bringing my praise on high.

The the heat lifted slightly,

But there was still a burning sensation in my right arm.

As I clutched my hand into a fist,

I felt a sharp pull in the right side on my chest.

My mind wondered ever slightly to another subject.

Knowing this was to pull my attention away from praising the Most High,

I yanked at the pull with an invisible rope,

telling it that it had no power over me.

Immediately I felt the tug tear away from my chest like a rip,

But it was good pain.,

For I felt relief and resumed my praise.

From outside came the sound of a dog's bark;

Another distraction.

I rebuked the dog, too.

All fell silent.

Nothing remained,

Except for His presense.

The warmth was still there,

But a wave of cool air came over me.

With abundant peace,

I exalte the Mighty of the Heavens.

And then I returned to sleep once more.