She heaves hymns, someday they might sing
Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed
Over barbed frontiers’, of all the living
Loving me- preserved by grace

O’ come now, look upon these feeble knees
Search our hearts lest we agree
Thine mercy covers all of me
Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed

Over murky fears,
Over murky thimbles,
Sweet communion, preserved by grace

© Kristina Neal Mosley

Excerpt from the book Saltwater on My Knees

About the Author

Kristina Mosley: An Advocate for Women’s rights. Mother of three children, Holding an B.A in Mental Health, from Wilberforce University and Master of Jurisprudence from Widener University School of law, Health law M.J.

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