The Convent Of Your Heart Poem by Michael Walker

Admit me to the convent of your heart,
And I will fill the fountain buried there
And mend the walls that have been torn apart,
Guarding the garden of your love and care.

Let me enter into your silent cell,
And I will dwell upon your secret scrolls,
For you alone can save my soul from Hell,
As you have saved a thousand other souls.

Hark! Should I break past your chapel gates,
I will adore the light that shines within
And worship the warmth of the one who waits
For those lost in the labyrinth of sin,

Yet if mind, heart, and soul do not suffice,
Then our own flesh and blood shall pay the price.