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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i felt the inner peace....that's what all of us need..fine