(i feel like Your own)

in song (a celebration) slowly

    forming every praise

(with these small hands raised)

wonderful cross. alive.



silence stills a room of sounds

   heart a blaze, knees to the ground

(falling briskly) past my face

  my crown.

grasping every form of grace

  i am found.



surrender. calm and ease of mind

   falling from back in time

to now  (where embrace wanders

   finally

falling into place.



dew drops fall in your pasture

hearing all the children’s laughter

   seeing smiling mother’s gaze

at a new born babe)



(i feel like Your own)


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