Lift Me

I see standing grain wave

I see butterflies float along

Dandelions tufts borne aloft

Trees sway in the wind

Eagles soar up high in the blue

Though all I really see

Is an ugly prison yard

Through a heavily barred window

Carry me away

Let me come into your courts

Let me nestle in the folds of your cloak

Open wide your arms to me

Ancient of Days

Come breathe on me

Your mighty rushing wind

Voice like many waters

Take me away

Lift my head, dry my eyes

Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief

Bear my stripes, heal me

Crown of thorns you bore

That my brow may lighten

David said it well

Can I praise you from the grave?

Restore to me the joy of my salvation

-Stephen Pursell, 7/04