Holy ground calling me to stay

 

I have come to stay 

To stay in the house 

The dwelling place

The resident filled with cherubim

Rhythmically will I flow with the ambiance 

Gracefully will I walk with you

Faithful will I be to you

Since you are the shard of my heart

The pint of blood I need to survive

Your place is the most relaxing cocktail lounge for guests

I want to be as sacred to experience and enjoy you 

Help me for I'm a faux pas to the world of shame

Ignominy I will bear no more

Forgive me

Ineffable God I accolade you

Make me have a taste of your ambrosial smorgasbord 

Please cleanse my whole being

For my soul now yearns for you

 

~Henrietta Atsupi 

(24/02/2014) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Romans 8