Sweet Holy Spirit
Sweet Holy Spirit by Christian Betancourt
Oh sweet moment of bliss
Being cuddled in your gentle arms
Smothered by your love.
It compresses me.
Like a warm bear hug.
In your presence
I am lost.
Like a stranger in a sea of love.
Held captive
And I surrender
Like a drug
I am an addict
To your love.
Oh what a moment of shear joy
And peace
And serenity
And tranquility.
I can lay in this moment
Still for many ages
Perhaps eternity
Not conscience of my surroundings
Simply in this sweet moment
That brings me peace.
In your presence
I am lost indeed
I am alive.
Like a new-born baby
Cradled by his mother for the first time.
Freshly brought unto the earth.
For the very first time.
No other feeling comes close
To your presence.
No other joy fills me
So genuinely full than your love.
Like water on an empty glass.
In here
I find all things that cannot be given
By this simplistic mundane world.
In this moment
I am made whole.
I am made pure once more.
I can feel your spirit roam
Inside my body
It lights a burning fire inside my soul
It consumes me.
And penetrates through my flesh
Straight into my soul
Like a lightning storm
My bones become electrified
As you soft breathe life into my soul.
You heal my wounds and scars
With your bandaid of healing.
Your love is like medicine
For my spirit.
My spirit is renewed.
And my mind is newly restored.
You cleanse me once more.
Like a stain on a piece of cloth.
Like a virus inside a computer
Your holy spirit washes over my soul
Each and every fiber of my being
Is made holy again.
Made new.