keep my heart in purity....

The floors here are cedar lined.

The wood allows the vibrations from the bass

to pass through my feet, into my heartbeat.

A flaw in the wood marks perfectly,

the place where I stand.

And I am rooted to the place,

scared to lose a moment,

scared to miss a beat.

The lights fade, my hands raise

and I am swept away.

Caught in the music;

Changed.

I know that I was born for this

and my calling won't go amiss.

The walls were once a cranberry color,

but now are hidden by posters and propaganda. 

My eyes pass quickly over them

memorizing their rich texture and vibrant words.

I am distracted, but the knot in the floor is where I stay.

The pounding in my heart, just will not go away.

I am exactly where I belong today.

And I pray:

"Lord, keep my heart in purity"

And I, again, am swept away.

Torn from iniquity, bound by grace.

And it is today, like tomorrow and yesterday

that I, again, am saved.

Lead by a cedar lined transfer of bass,

into my heart - initiated by grace.