Holy Spirit
You give your heart to God and your body is all aglow.
You can hardly speak and so you burn the floor.
His hold is tight.
Your soul takes flight.
Finally, you call out his name.
He whispers I am glad you came.
You say, but how do you know me?
He says child don't ponder for it is your faith, worth, and your destiny.
In calming glorious tender.
You surrender.
December 17, 2022
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2022
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