Tuesday, October 21, 2008

thanksgiving for bliss

Abba Father,

You have seen my upstretched arms
Hands yearning toward impenetrable sky

Your rain pours down
Cleansing face and drowning tears
Holy liquid fills my hands
Flows down my arms
Quenches my being

Open my fingers, Father
They want to possess this flood
Open my fingers
Let the water flow through
I will feel every drop
But let it fall

1 comment:

sandraramos said...

Becca, your work amazes me. You have a God-given talent when it comes to writing your thoughts. I'm almost jealous, yet i know my gift lies somewhere else.
Lets get together and put music to some of your work! lets find a shady tree, bring out the guitars, and harp away...