The hollow house

In the hollow house there is no love Memories of happier times reverberate Through the somber atmosphere There's no patience. No life. No fun No little footsteps or giggles No whispering shared secrets No singing or dancing No joy This hollow house has a twin It used to be called my heart I step outside the hollow house And don my godly tutu White and pink net intertwined Embellished with small roses I pirhoette in ballet slippers Satin around my waist And as I twirl around With sunshine on my face I leave behind the hurt The dank The negative perception I spin and spin The fabric lifts releasing a potpourri Of joy, hope, love and caring The treasures encased in God's fabric envelop me Shelter me. Encourage me Across a floral carpet I dance, sing and laugh aloud Filled with his divine glory I'm living like a child of his Fruitful of his mercy I see a rainbow hue ahead And glide towards it swiftly I thank him for this perfect day For angels on my path Skipping down his godly path Exploding in bright colour Ahead a trail of mighty blessings gleams So thankful for his grace So following his wonderous steps I'm seeking supreme guidance