Here at the place of submission,

woman praying

I find generous provision of rest and enough to satisfy my thirsting

I lay me down together with loaded bundles of my broken offering.

Right here flows a river whose stream makes gay and lifts spirit

One sip, two gulps and I am drowning in its taste:

A heady mix of joy and release

Turning my mourning into voracious tides of gladness,

And for my heavy heart, I found light feet for dancing,

One dip, three swims and I’m sinking in refreshing

In my immersion was a washaway,

for every washaway was a new tale;

turning my shame into unending waves of honour

And from my ruins have arisen royal cities beautiful evermore

To whom do I owe the debt of my heart and its restore?

To whose account this exchange of sack clothes for a crown and linen ephod?

Don’t tell;

For once I heard and twice I have attended the sayin: “no one but I AM

‘Tis for this cause I danced, singing my new song: Thou hast kept the good wine until now”

Moving in a new way and like the dancing prophet to the altar:

I take one, two…. six steps and a dance with my sacrifice of praise

Ps 30:11-12

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

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