THE LANGUAGE OF MY SOULHeavenly Father, Only You speak the language of my soul. Your Spirit sharing the words, making me whole. My soul stands before You, tattered, fragmented and confused. I found man's words far too impotent to be adequate or to be used. The heart-cry speaks and ebbs a different type of word, beyond the reach of human lips, it's vernacular almost absurd. I need a unique communiqu , one proclaiming the deepest hopes in my...