He is doing the rounds again
He is doing the rounds again
I hear them begin to wail
And they
moan and utter praise
I observe in hushed silence
As they
sit, stand, leap, collapse
O what a joy
to hear the utterance of spirit
Is there a prompt I wonder
some warning of some sort
I need to know to prepare
to make ready for the day
when I one of those become
who grant utterance glorious to spirit
I hear and fear at one
two I hear and tremble
when the spirit of God
descends on the select random
and appoints to holiness blissful permission
and through their lips employ
the means to allow utterance sanctified
When will he get to me
will he get to me ever
will he select me
will he visit with me
must there something I do
for utterance holy undefiled
through me his chants invoke
Something my soul doth apprise
the way spirit proceeds
to appoint one select and few
to receive visitation amazing
to encounter praise ennobling
to grant audience to that which needs no audience
is to ready my spirit for Spirit
and await the utterance of spirit
To this end therefore
I ready myself
though I quiver and tremble
I put myself in line
though I hold myself unworthy
I put myself next in line
though I doubt my strength
I humbly put myself next in line
to allow through me
the sweet utterance of Spirit
