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