She heaves hymns – someday they might sing.
Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed.
Over jagged edges of all the living.
Loving me- preserved by grace.
O’ come now- look upon these feeble knees;
search our hearts lest we agree.
Thine mercy covers all of me.
Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed.
Over murky tears,
Over murky stains,
Sweet communion – preserved by grace.
Poet Krissy Mosley- VisionarieKindness©2016
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