Claim My Heartage
By Yuriana Uceta
Father, how can I call my assigned tribe here on earth, family?
If I smile they cannot relate.
nor do they call you Father.
Now that my soul remembers your Home, I yearn to be back,
by your side…
Skip the hands of time,
Be back in your arms again.
Oh! how painful is sinking in a sea of blood,
Tears keep flowing like the ocean—
Straight, deep from my bottomless heart.
Those drowning in misery, send waves of hostility
that ram against the egg shell of my heart,
And I hold on to you with all my might, knowing you can save me,
You have never left me.
I know come what may I shall withstand,
Father for you I would die again,
In this lifetime;
For the promise of your unconditional, purifying, amazing—
Love that flows freely from the pure heavenly streams of your vein,
Royal lienage, cut me open, flood my wounds and wash me clean anew,
Maintain the temple where day and night my fire for you burns—Devotion.
For them Father I pray.
Lord let them In—
Into the presence of your throne.
Unveil them to knowledge.
True awareness of family, faith and Love.
For as “Above is below’ in your Eternal throne of Love.
No more pain,
Only your bread can sustain.
And even though I feel cracked to-day,
In Heaven I shall remain
For the King is my Father and my Heartage I reclaim
Thank you, Father