Coffee, coffee, coffee
My hands smell like coffee!
Berry stained lips
Bean stained hands
Americano aroma
I smell like the ground
I smell like the earth
Macchiato nails and
Cappuccino palms
I stretch them to the sky
In awe of You and Your creation
My tiredness is quenched
My thirst is gone
You fill my spirit
My soul
My every pore
Every gaping hole
Your Spirit makes me alive
Jolts me awake from my deep slumber
Opens my eyes
I wake up and smell the coffee
Once burning hot
Straight from the pot
Now feeling lukewarm
Calling the kettle black
With no sugar or salt
No flavour
No longer the spice of life
No longer the salt of the earth
But He takes me into His embrace
He warms me
Filling me with life
I burn I pine
I thirst for Him and Him alone
Fully salted
Sweeter than ever
Bursting with flavour and richness from Him
My King
My Lord
I worship you
Take me into your arms
Rub salve on my eyes
Clothe me in Your righteousness
That I may be awake
Be watchful
Be the watchman You ordained me to be
That I may bask in the glory of Your presence
In Your presence
For your glory...
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