A Sunday Morning

 A Sunday Morning

 

A sweet fragrance of fellowship in the air

Friends holding hands in worship

Swaying to the music, praising God

Families together in one accord

Students gathered in one mind

A lovely band with meaningful songs

The pastor speaking on the greatest miracle

 

A once fervent follower of the bible

Who for the past few years

Spent my time at church checking

On my phone every 5 minutes.

 

After a really long time

Listening to god speaking through people.

God’s presence is real

It can be felt when,

Your mind is open, heart is clear,

And your spirit is ready to listen.

“Speak Lord for your servant is listening”

 

For long, I swayed to the tune of the world

Sometimes the waves were high, lighting me

Other times the earth swallowed me

And I was left among the rubbles.

No order, discipline or purpose for long

 

With God, his leading and guidance,

The disturbed troubled water is perfectly still

Everything is crystal clear

With submission to the great master,

The purpose is renewed

 

I am going to love

And be an incarnate of love,

Being a lamp that cannot be hidden

Giving light to the world 

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