Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Worship

At first, the words are simply words you sing.
They flit and tumble through the song and night
until they hit my ears and start to ring
with perfect truth that feels and sounds just right.
A thing inside my chest begins to break;
Is that my heart, like glass, that's fracturing?
A peace begins to overcome my ache
and makes so soft this sudden shattering.
Beyond the veil of my humanity
I catch the briefest glimpse of Heaven's peace.
So sweet the promise Christianity
upholds as our inheritance on lease
to tantalize our hearts and hold us fast
to God until our souls return at last.

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