HOSANNA

                                        HOSANNA

The hand setting the thunders
To cry angrily with trumpets a-lips
Flaming the wonders of His supremacy
Pointing long fingers at shadows of the mountains
With violent uproars and dazzlings...
I smell the fragrance of blooming roses
Waving at the stainless dais
Flashing the romantic perfumes
Of His Love so ageless...
My heart in praises yawns
When tickled by the tender stars...
I'm pregnant of fresh songs
As I hear the murmurs of bangled winds
And hissings of tender breeze
Whispering ''wake up'' to my trembled ears
To see the wonders of His names
As I do,my soul sinks
In the enchanted ocean of His favours
Upon all thirsty souls...

Imagine God...
Hosanna!