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.
