Blessed soul of grace,
Attentive to the preacher’s word,
A palm you waved in joy –
Receiving the light of faith,
Whilst waiting on His command.
Trapped in the pain of glass ,
Looking out but never in,
With wealth of ermine –
Kept in style, kept in frustration.
Unable to begin responding to
God’s plan, whilst tucked up safe within
A fortress walls.
Let me loose, let me cast off the coat of pride,
The shoes of arrogance, the watch of senseless time;
Let me open up the bedroom window –
And let me feel the knowledge
Of the senses play ~
Let me open up the vast oak door !
Undo the lock! Lift up the key !
And to the orchard –run and play.
And pray.
Blessed soul of grace,
Yield now to a life unstained by human touch.
But feel instead the hand of God
Reach out and lift you up .
Apple of His eye ~
Safe beneath His angel’s guardianship,
The rainbow wings of heaven.
Let the mosaic fit together now .
Let the shape, and cut and colour,
Form the picture
For which she yearns and
As the corporeal body fails,
And falls to dust –
Lift up lift out that spirit ,
Pure and golden –
And thus she may give her true self
Finally, triumphantly to God.