Rapture
Rapture
Do not hide or harden
quiet your passions
Silence the chatter
Beckon His capture
A still, silent heart
is ripe for rapture
Rapture my riot
capture my chaos
Be-still my heart
YOU ARE: with us
A still, silent heart
is ripe for rapture
The dead lifeless figment
that threatens to capture
Set ablaze and transform
with your net capture
A still, silent heart
is ripe for rapture
A wandering heart
with lust filled eyes
Come burst with your love
Lord; purify!
A still, silent heart
is ripe for rapture
Allow He who hooked the fishermen
to pierce your heart
A sweet, sweet wound
at the hands of your Master
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