Lifting my hands, I feel the currents rise:
electric ecstasies, touching the hem
of God. Fingers alive. Upturned eyes,
A ravishing music. A perpetual amen.
Lifting my hands, I feel the currents rise,
Could that great Presence notice and touch
just for an instant my foolish head, I'd atone
for eons of mindless negligence, such
that legions of light might claim me for their own.
Lifting my hands, I feel the currents rise,