There Beats Your Heart
 

By my hair
the Spirit jerked me up
to look into the hole
of my own beating heart.

In the darkest chamber
a man was kneeling there
with hands held high
singing songs of praise.

By my ear
the Spirit dragged me in
through that gaping hole
for a better look still.

At a burning altar
in the flickering flame
what should not be
me worshipping me.

Where your treasure is,
the Spirit said,
there beats your heart,
worship only Thee.
 

Ezekiel Chapter 8
Matthew Chapter 6
 
 
 
by J. Alan R.

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