Beatitude

My soul remains separate
Yet I am not desperate,
Ever ever ready to merge,
Flows rapidly to submerge
With Jesus.  Holy Jesus!

I crave to merge in eternity
So peace,peace...No murmur sh...
This body is a waste.  Pure junk
Dump this wretched decayed body
Oh bring the tabernacle, the sanctuary,
Bring the incense, please purify

This putrid existence require
Sanctity and drizzling purification.
What is the axiomatic proof of the dead?
Tales ceased to tell.  It is freedom

Jesus, I pray for liberation
Liberation from the shackles of evil.
God, thou art my witness, guide,
The occasional flash of revelation,
Of intuition.  Guard me from fire,
Let my mind be moon-lit.

Ever yours ever I remain
Let me wash my impurities.
Bless me Oh Lord.