Butterfly is painting of the God on wings.

Such was the greatness of that God, that he would repeat his own name while telling his beads.

Had you spent same amount of time on God, as you spend on Facebook; by now you would be talking to God, face to face.

Stress is nothing but a mind doubting God’s grace.

A devotee should trouble only one person, the God, until he reveals himself to him.

The God sculpted her blazing beauty with estrogen, choreographed her fluid moves with progesterone, and at last bejeweled her with his own royal attitude.