Saturday, January 30, 2010

dance moment

allow my hands Lord to feel new life
under the rubble of death and destruction
let my fingers feel a faint pulse of hope
my ears hear a faint whisp of breath
my eyes see a flickering flame
let my soul finds its feet
and my spirit its rhythm
to dance once more with You

2 comments:

Gary Wood said...

This reminds me of the prophet Jeremiah as he stands on a hill looking upon Jerusalem laid waste and is still able to write:

Your tender mercies are new every morning.

John Turner said...

This tells me there is always hope. What a wonderful blog.