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


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.