Buried deeply,
Resting sweetly,
So I observe the morn.
Rising slowly,
Uttering prayer so holy,
Heart encircled by piercing
Thorns.
New day dawning,
Soul left wanting,
All that I have lost.
Spirit reeling,
My loss of feeling,
So high has been the
Cost.
In water wading,
Amble souls awaiting,
Relief from the yoke of sin.
Raise me up,
Refill my cup,
Reborn am I
Again.
And so I sleep,
Within the night so deep,
My Savior at my side.
And pain, and loss, and loneliness,
Recede in the face of my genesis,
Soul blessed as with saints
I abide.
Cryssa
Be always safe,
Karen