This poem describes how I find words that I write about my faith. It’s the place I go to when I listen to worship music. It’s a place in my heart that feels the words that come to mind, and I spell them out here. I call it: The Glory Place
In this dimly lit room My heart, Holy music does invade Rampant joy and weeping love A place of Glory has been made
Carried away in mesmerizing sleep Holy sustenance feeds my soul Words flow in spoken tears Off to The Glory Place I go
Soothing love, in His hallowed spirit An addiction to something I desire Healing hands upon my heart Wrapped up in His Holy fire
I thirst for God’s amazing splendor Quenched with His warm embrace Take me away tonight, dear Lord Take me back to The Glory Place
Sweet music in my ears Blends with voices deep inside Together, a righteous choir Just a vessel being occupied
I praise Him on bended knees For this journey, covered by His Grace I’ll come again to this spiritual bliss I’ll come back to The Glory Place
Amen