In My Heart, I Find the Divine

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Within the sanctuary of my heart’s bloom,

God dwells, dispelling every gloom.

My path of grace unfolds, divine and bright,

Guided always by His luminous light.


Washed in the purest waters of devotion’s stream,

I become a vessel of divine dream.

My noble wishes blossom, carried on faith’s breeze,

Manifesting heaven’s will with effortless ease.


“For my God will never abandon me,” I declare,

A vow of trust, a prayer of care.

With hope as my anchor, love as my sail,

I wait for Him, knowing He will prevail.


Steady and radiant, my devotion’s flame burns clear,

Single-pointed, spotless-drawing Him near.

When I sink deep into the love-filled heart,

Every thought of Him becomes sacred art.


Like nectar flowing through every vein,

His Name’s remembrance eases every pain.

To sit beside this divine grace,

Fills me with joy, a sacred embrace.


A single word from this love’s own flame,

Can burn away lifetimes of sorrow and shame.

Walking even briefly with love’s gentle guide,

Is a divine blessing, forever inside.

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