Sometimes
Sometimes I've felt like a bubbling brook,
At times like a closing worn out book
Of late on surfs of raging sea
Sometimes storms arise within me
But I long to walk in the Sons shine
I want to sing with angel stars
Drawing close to the star Breather
Across the cosmos where You are.
Sometimes I've felt like a smoldering fire
At times like a rolling tread worn tire
Once the driest desert, deep in drought
Parched with thirst, and crushed in doubt
But I longed to walk in the Sons shine
and fly like a shooting star
Draw me closer dear star Breather
Across the cosmos where You are
In turmoil and deep despair,
You lifted me, You met me there,
Filling me with living water,
My Father, I am Your blessed daughter.
I'll one day walk in the Sons shine,
And sing with angel stars,
With the Holy One, Star Breather,
With the saints, Lord, where You are!
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