Huge gratitude must erupt! Whoop it up:
worship the One who overpowers all;
sing, drum, clap, strum, dance for Love’s magnitude.
Afterward familiar heart whispers rise:
we got this, you thought, but were soon strung out,
bound to fast tracks; I freed you, remember?
I am your disarming servant master.
Listen to me again now. I am Love.
From holiday weekend din, come within
for holy healing and heaven’s foretastes.