Limbs of God

I just want to be held in the hands of God

Cradled and rocked in the arms of His,

With such ethereal tenderness and kindness

That elevates me to an aerial view over

All of my mountains of botheration. 

I just want to be led by God.

Wear his holy sandals that'll keep me on the

Straight and narrow even if I'm coming

Straight outta Compton.

I just want to hear God.

Put on His ears that listens to

heaven's language, angelic dialects and

eternal music.

I just want to see God.

Look at the world in His perspective, causing

The Paradoxes of oxymorons

To paradigm shift.

Changing everything that I thought about to

be true, valuable, precious and important to

Be the exact opposite of that.