Come holy spirit, somehow now I need it

things that are broken

– hidden pieces, scattered like weeds

bones I’m becoming,

didn’t know, they were worth-growing

turning stones into seeds

sowing broken things,

Dear God, I pray this time,

you wake me,

replace the hole, in my heart,

father-me…

replace, the “cage bird, for the sparrow, still watches over me,

I don’t always sing “because I’m happy”,

sometime, I sing to take what’s broken and make them wings-

fly away,

fly, fly far away,

fly towards the sun, burnout the shadow that lingers near

fly again- touch the soft stream and deer’,

fly above the weary mind

fly against storms

fly between bombs and men of war

fly and bring back the olive branch

God and I,

“you are my peace”

Kindness sister Krissy