Free Of It

It's not you, it's not me

It's something neither of us wants

It's an 'it', an unthing

Soon to come into the light and die

Rejoice, praise God

We're going to see it go now

No longer rooted to the ground

Free to dance the way we've always wanted

To sail aloft against a clear blue sky

The 'it' to disappear into oblivion

The arms of Christ encircling us

Oh Lord, we have been longing for it

I long to see the family complete

You've kept us through this passage

No matter how long the night

You've promised joy in the morning

Beauty for ashes

Double for our shame

Bless us, Lord, bless us and keep us

Thank you that we are becoming free

Stephen Pursell, 12/29/02