The Sacred

The thirst for your voice, the sweetness of your words, oh how they fill my void
Take me to the fount where you pour into my soul a drop of your wondrous joy.

The flow caresses me in soft, tender light from the wondrous face of heaven
Oh you, my most high, dismantle my throes and acquit my throne of leaven.

Embrace me, under your sacred wing from whence my help doth come
Allow your steadfast truth to cleanse the heart of this broken one.

With bright’ning hope on rays of light that penetrate the depths within
Send forth your burning flame of love let the sacred in hearts live therein.

by Jane Hardin

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