Holy, Not A Word Born From Boredom

Holy 

Name that shapes 

the fragmented walks of all;

 fitting our steps in time 

to cause the devotion created 

that brings the rays of truth 

a path to purify all hearts 

for the gift of Father.  

Holy 

Name spoken 

and power-driven electrifying order 

stampedes a visual of love,

 that transforms

 speech and sounds to silence fear, 

so eyes are directed 

to the ultimate fountain. 

Holy, 

not a word 

born from boredom,

 but a nature

 of a blessed environment 

where existence of heart changing 

has the sensitivity of being close, 

closer, 

oh so much closer.

 Holy, 

a never ending song 

where its definition continues

 to flourish as it paints 

what we are looking for. 

Holy, 

Holy, 

Holy 

cries the creatures of heaven

 and we echo. 

Holy, 

how it lifts the yearning 

to move deeper, 

for who can stand 

or turn back 

once ears hear 

loyalty to this extreme.

 I am caught in its sound 

and I circle

 in its dance of love around me. 

Holy, 

Crumbling to accept each sip 

from a fountain breathing explanations 

of Holy 

like the heartbeat of impression, 

a glare is made 

to look upon His Face,

 following the ambiance it sets.  

Devotion does not move 

nor sway 

as Holy announces its decree

 of I Am.