Upper Room
From the internal of the internal,
to the throne of the Eternal,
the bitter turns sweeter
scening eternity to the sigher,
soothing and solacing the sinner ,
and O! silencing the sneaky serpent.
Like an eagle it causes the drooping sobbing spirit
to rise over salty storms.
Copyright © Alobukhosi Ndebele | Year Posted 2022
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