Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Take Me to Your Home
I miss being in Your
sweet holy indescribable presence...
Presenting Your whole spirit self
amongst Your called people to
getting a Word of Prophesy
being set free from the chains of Satan's bondage
and locking up the devil into his own hell cage
we preaching, raising hell
and soul singin' in a choir the Gospel
we praising and speaking in unknown tongues
and I baptizing,
recleansing and replenishing myself from the sin I come from
my hands to wave towards You
and their hands reaching out to touch You too
praying You'll anoint them to be a part
of Christ's body for Your
And then in unison
Lord, take me.
Take me back to that place
where I can freely seek the Savior's face
and consume myself in Your everlasting mercy and grace.
Take me to that place where Your people
love to love You
and others with an unjudgmental heart too.
Take me to that place of Faith and Expectation,
a giving of a birth to a
brand new Nation.
That place of giving birth to a
take me to Your home
in the Church is where
I long to be.
Written by Keda Jeantine'
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