Just enough raindrops to plant your hope deep,
Just enough losses to learn what to keep;
Just enough chaos to drive you to prayer,
Just enough failure to need Jesus there;
Just enough courage to hold your head high,
Just enough valleys to covet the sky;
Just enough sunshine to process the pain,
Just enough dying to rise up again.
Stir me.
Add the flour of infirmity,
Anoint me with the oil of sorrow.
Beat me.
Pummel me with your fists,
Pound out your frustrations on my flesh.
Bake me.
Turn up the heat of your accusations,
Burn me with your passions, the self that fires your actions.
Kill me.
I will rise,
Tower above you,
Tear my flesh to feed a starving world.
You will eat,
And rise
To live again.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 