RAISED

Father, I lay down my body and soul. Raise up my spirit and make me whole. Immerse me in this ocean of your love and lift me up into the waves above. Father, I lay down my bones in the holes in the ground so you can lift me up and I can sing your song. Singe my sins, send them up like smoke set adrift into the winds, up to the mounts, down to the valleys in the shadows of death. Holy Ghost, gently guiding, gliding, and laced in the crags of the cliffs. Winding windward out to the sea. If I become lost please don't forget me, cause I'm far from pastures where I once roamed free. Now lost in a sea so dark and empty. Jesus, where is this place that I once called home a foreign land laid waste barren I now roam around? Into vales and shires, cities and towns former empires, and waylaid crowns burned down to the ground resonating the sound of the last trumpet tearing through the silence of death in the sky in the twinkling of an eye giving rise to the seed sown from dust to dust in this we trust. We will be raised and we will be changed because you know that your labor in the love of the Lord will never be in vain.