Drunk On Heaven's Floor Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Blasted from earth's sphere, wasted on Heaven's floor.
Astounded by all the smoke, and the stillness, in His door.
He said He was the Way and so I stepped right in.
Floods of Living-water came and cleansed me of my sin.

'Man I loved intoxication, ' but this was better still-.
The heavens swirled around me as the angels did His will.
Yes, I heard about Christ's miracle 'turning water into wine.'
Yet here He was turning 'anew, ' within me, heavenly divine.

How could such a thing happen to 500 kids at a gas station?
We were Brownsville kids 'a worshipping, ' lost from human ration.
Laid-out on the gas pump floor, the 'laughter high' did source.
Oh the joy of being wasted, as Heaven strikes an awesome score.