Free Spirit

I stood in church as i watched her worship
It was so intense yet passionate
It was not an emotional one
It was direct and straight to business. 
She took us in and outta God's presence 
Almost like she knew where we wanted to go 
She was direct and precise
She erased every thought of lingering
And she didn't leave us perspiring for more after she was done
It was absolute, it was like she fed us full
Weaving us through different genres of songs
Fast and slow, loud and solemn
As if she knew our minds
And yet she made us follow her tune
At the end we wanted what she wanted, 
Her thirst was our thirst and her desire was our desire
When she stopped we stopped
When she sang we joined in
When she danced we danced
All we wanted was what she had to give



N.B This is not a love poem it is just an expression of my delight at being satisfied in worship.

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