on wings of Spirit.
Connected to the heart of suffering,
the core of healing.
Tied deep within the soul
to spring from wells touched within.
The depth of richness in the abundance of God.
Sprung from brokenness
in bonds created by self.
Surrendered at the throne of grace
because only in helplessness
can we find the place of resurrection
where things are born anew.
Joined with the song of ages
lodged from the beginning of time
since the world was sung into being.
woven through the threads of every created life.
Tied through to our hearts
brought out by the beat of life.
Drawn into the Spirits song
dancing thru the night and into the dawn.
Born in the soft wet earth anew
Dew of the morning has baptized you.