Close come,
The day is drawn,
I'm rushed into a zipped up bed,
I hear incessant chatter lining the air,
Beneath, the rain patters on the cloth,
My head rested.

Beauty from ashes,
An act to which I stand to witness,
For hope is born in no purer flesh,
And new life sprung from more dead things,
Glory is perfected in this blessed gift,
Power in our weakness,
Wisdom in our folly,
And you place a pretty flower in the wake,
It seems to sway in peaceful pastures,
Calling Abba, Father to its place,

For now I hold your presence close,
In beauty and in truth:
The ashes gone.

Put my heart on like a glove,
Lead my feet where you will,
Along quiet streams with my beloved,
Facing arid desert and storm,
Though graveyard to vineyard,
I'd ask you why you love me so,
But the answer's always sung the same:
How could I not, my handiwork,
My child and chosen race?
For I am love and you are mine,
And so you shall remain.

Forgive me for my doubting mind,
I wish to walk with You a thousand steps,
And to then again walk many more,
For Your whisper rocks my weary frame,
How could I walk without You now,
I couldn't walk without You then,
I wish to say a thousand times,
Yes to Your costly love again.

Today I became a taxi,
For a boy, I walked a span,
Him on my back with neon twigs,
And telling me of shapes and faces-
-time to refuel, my arms too tired...
Now we sit in midnight fields,
On a plastic bag and waving,
At the passing faces that march on and smile,
I boot up the engine,
Off to find his Mum I tread.