I stretched my hands skyward
To let the mighty rushing wind
Swirl around my calice fingertips,
To let the pure amperage of the spirit
Course through my veins
To the innermost core of my soul.
The purging now begins.
All the noise, corruption, and daily assault on
Is internally being sifted from within
Until im washed clean and released.
Tears flow like a river down my naked
Until they carry the waste of me to an ocean
Renewed i give thanks to my creator
for what hes done for me
And now once again set free
I take the next step in my journey
Wherever his spirit shall lead.