nomadic spirit
tiny hands in
open palms
resting testing
the book of psalms
boldly weeping
leaping forward
mastering weakness
mustering courage
tripping along the
path you've paved
trusting despite
my sin i'm saved
till the gates i
come across
till the day i
count life's loss
my biggest gain
for all the pain
crawling tired
towards your lap
pondering nothing
turning the tap
on -- living water
drinking deep
hearing your praises
falling asleep.
posted by kanadians in korea @ 6:50 AM
2 Comments:
Beautiful rhyming, Em; can I make a plaque out of it for some hall or pastor's office in our church building when it's built?
dad, i would be so honoured! thank you.
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