Heart Communion Poem by Martin Greyford

My heart was very far away from God.
I remember attending church services
Way, way, way, way back.
I never knew what that meant.

I used to see people lifting
Up their hands in the air
As if they police told them
To raise up their hands in the air

As a sign of surrendering.
It didn't cross my mind
To be part of what was called
Congregational worship.

One Sunday morning I rose up early
And left for church.
I don't really know what prompted me to wish
To be the very first person to be in church.

I opened the doors
And sat in the front seat, a back bencher.
My heart became grieved that I should pray
Something I've never done before.

Tears started running down my cheeks
As I continued praying.
I felt the inner peace like never before
And so relieved from the burden on my shoulders.

I realised lately that it was a
Heart communion with God.
A time and chance that one communicates
With Him freely and at peace.

People started coming
But the church was glittering
With the Glory of God
As everyone prayed.

A thing God desires from His Children.
How joyful it was to know that
God is so delighted
To talk to us.