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Womb of Delight


 

I am bathed in wonder, bathed in fire,
Drunk on the ecstasy of heaven’s choir.
Wrapped in the pulse of divine delight,
I spin, I soar, I burn with light.

The womb—no shadow, no weight of time,
Only rhythm, only rhyme.
Golden rivers, rushing deep,
A sacred current where spirits leap.

The Holy Spirit moves—oh, how He moves!
Like honeyed wind, like whispered grooves.
I tremble, I shiver, I dance in His wake,
Every fiber alive, every bone set ablaze.

Light drips thick, like liquid gold,
Laughter rings, untamed, uncontrolled.
I do not walk, I do not stand—
I am weightless in the Father's hands.

Waves of glory, waves of song,
Crashing, swelling, pulling me strong.
I am not flesh, I am not bone,
I am breath, I am flame, I am fully known.

Oh, womb of wonder, womb of light,
Swirl me deeper, drown me bright.
Let me be lost in the endless spin,
Drunk on the joy that burns within.


Womb of Glory

I am bathed in wonder, bathed in fire,
Drunk on the ecstasy of heaven’s choir.
Wrapped in the pulse of divine delight,
I spin, I soar, I burn with light.

The womb—no shadow, no weight of time,
Only rhythm, only rhyme.
Golden rivers, rushing deep,
A sacred current where spirits leap.

The Holy Spirit moves—oh, how He moves!
Like honeyed wind, like whispered grooves.
I tremble, I shiver, I dance in His wake,
Every fiber alive, every bone set ablaze.

Light drips thick, like liquid gold,
Laughter rings, untamed, uncontrolled.
I do not walk, I do not stand—
I am weightless in the Father's hands.

Yet in this vast, unbroken song,
My heart beats soft, my soul belongs.
Wrapped in warmth, in mercy spun,
Loved before breath, before the sun.

His voice—so tender, deep, and wild,
Calls me beloved, calls me child.
Oh, womb of wonder, womb of light,
Swirl me deeper, drown me bright.

Let me be lost in the endless spin,
Drunk on the joy that burns within.
Held in the hands that formed the skies,
Breathing the love in my Maker’s eyes.

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