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!