Swings
Take three steps back. Sit.
Pick up your feet
Pursue the rhythm for wind to brush past your neck
Be still a fleeting moment, my hair tickles my face
It sticks to my chapstick
In my eye lashes
Pursue the rhythm for wind to brush past your neck
Be still a fleeting moment, my hair tickles my face
It sticks to my chapstick
In my eye lashes
Gaining Height
Grass whips and grabs at the bottom of my feet
Subtle aroma of nectar and honey
Dirt and cut weeds
Plastic wrapped chain smooth against
Dirty gritty hands
Hips begin to ache, shoulder blades pinch
Steady creak, squeak
Dirty gritty hands
Hips begin to ache, shoulder blades pinch
Steady creak, squeak
Where are you now?
Who are you now?
Growing – Rising
I am a woman
Confident in my image of God
Fortified by His Spirit
A rhythm of upward motion
Emerging to do great things
To glorify the One who created me
Reteaching me to be a child
Accept the light and beauty
This world has to offer
Relax and fall in Love. Love what I see.
Through ash and dust, I bring Life.
Your story is redemption. Strength
Trust and follow the plans
I've laid out for you.
It will exemplify
My Greatness.
