Come holy spirit, somehow now I need it
things that are broken
– hidden pieces, scattered like weeds
bones I’m becoming,
didn’t know, they were worth-growing
turning stones into seeds
sowing broken things,
Dear God, I pray this time,
you wake me,
replace the hole, in my heart,
father-me…
replace, the “cage bird, for the sparrow, still watches over me,
I don’t always sing “because I’m happy”,
sometime, I sing to take what’s broken and make them wings-
fly away,
fly, fly far away,
fly towards the sun, burnout the shadow that lingers near
fly again- touch the soft stream and deer’,
fly above the weary mind
fly against storms
fly between bombs and men of war
fly and bring back the olive branch
God and I,
“you are my peace”
Kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 