Let me unfurl, receive
Blessing beyond belief:
Life where the drought
has been
Fatness for tight and
lean.
Let these hands opened
wide
Accept what You
provide;
Kneeling amidst the
mud,
Owning Your gift is
good.
Let each uncurling
flower
Speak Your redemptive
power
Green rising through
the ground
Where only dust was
found.
And through each season’s
turn
Yours be the love I
yearn:
You make what could not
be
Blossomed reality.
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