Happy
When I am very still and locked into his will
the prayers are words I feel written on my heart
I freeze to take it all in from the inside
tears swell in my heart and crawl down my cheeks
it’s the spirit of the lord taking me from my reality
to his peace and it is moving in the room
Some run some shout I cry softly
like the tapping of the elders feet on the floor
Caught up yet free laying burdens at his feet
So happy to have this holy ghost experience.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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