Sublime Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Sublime



Oh eternal everlasting Sublime,
cleanse this filthy heart of mine.
Remove my sins in which I wallow,
so that I may start a new life tomorrow.

And so that I could call you Father
and you could call me son.
Connected by your spirit
into an inseparable one.

Angels would be there
as spectators to our marriage,
joyfully rejoicing as we ride
this heavenly carriage.

And your peace and love
I should never go without,
praises will continually
be in my mouth.
And your gift of life shall
be mine to ever wonder,
as I dwell in your kingdom forever.




copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.

Thursday, January 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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