Poetry: Hill of Power

My soul is relieved
My heart burns with gladness
My spirit is lifted in expectation
… it’s the sweet hour of prayer.

Up in His holy hill
Far away from the crowd;
Cares and fears dissipated -
Like darkness of night in face of dawn,
Earthly realities held in remote awareness
So that all that is in this hill of prayer
So solacing, so beautiful
Is my Lord and I.

In His holy hill
My knees on supplicatory ground
Spending time with the crown of all majesty and splendor.
Pouring out my heart as He fills up my spirit.
The impact is sure ineluctable,
Evident in my renewed countenance
As I must turn again to face the world
-but refreshed and empowered from His Holy Hill.

© 2001,Tee Akindele

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