Andrew L. Montemayor

Journey






Sitting in the asylum
While music of desolation
Is hovering in the air
As I bowed my head
And fell to my knees in crying

A clanging sound
Is trying to cuff
The silent sanctuary
Into a reverberated city
Of desperation

But in a notch of time,
Tranquil music hovered
The place
And turned it into
A serene beauty

And it was the start
Of my journey to God
Utterance of praises
Covered the place
As I opened my mouth
And yell His righteousness
With buoyancy

Fire fell down and anointed me
Compassion frenzied
My very soul
Into flaming
God is truthfully astounding
He must be praise eternally

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