Bend me like a river          still stretching across
these wastelands         Ruffle the leaves inside
my soul          Stir these brittle bones to life
Breathe Your soul            into my innermost
being, the one You fashioned         with knitting
needles made      of Heaven's dew        Scatter
me like foam            upon an ocean          until all
the tiny pieces of me         collect in one
offering       one song        one dance to afford You
the praise          You have always deserved

The End

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