Once I Capture Thee In My Heart

Once I capture thee in my heart, Lord, move freely thereabout.

Within my mind and body too, all evil, do put out.

Bless your presence and your kindness and your willingness to stay.

With this poor and needy child whom you’ve kept her whole long way.

Oh, the blessedness of knowing you. Oh the depths of your sweet love.

To think I’d search in this wide world, for what can only be found above.

A short poem by Lakia Monet