The Invite Poem by ESTHER OKEKWUO
The Invite
He invited me to dine
He gave me some wine
He made me cross the line
He gave His stamp with a sign
He said all would be fine
He made all He had mine
He ensured I was drunk in His vine
Now, I'm drunk!
Drunk in love with Him!
I fell in love with my Maker!
His love intoxicates my brain!
I'm no longer the same!
I drank till I became drunk!
REHTSE Thinks out
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