It was a long and wicked battle God,
My battle to be free.
Fear will have no dominion over my soul,
Even when I shook violently.
Feeling alone, seeking fervently
Tiny, tiny nuggets of truth gathered along the way.
I do not wish to convey my ungratefulness for the gifts,
Had I not had faith I would have collapsed.
Now I find my bones weary and my desire for stillness complete,
though joy fills my soul as I see the majesty of your ways.
To feel the power of your love and strength in me
is an honor, a privilege I will
respect all the days of my life.
Now turn me out to the world to be your holy servant for I am ready to speak your ways,
Be free my gentle warriors, be kind to your soul
For it lingers in the tenderness of exposure,
This being the Way.
Really I think I lived life backwards!