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Another Little Death

My soul craves godly sorrow
To touch that deep place
Again to feel the beauty of birth pain
Eager for the new child to hold
To share
To nourish
I yearn to feel my broken heart again
The sweetness of another little death
Another freedom bought
For which to thank Life
My King from each breath comes
Another gem to offer a brother
I live to move my soul
I live to move yours
For movement is life
And death of death
Is death unto Life
And Life is the pearl of great price
The treasure hidden in a field

Stephen Pursell, 12/98