hosanna

i have things to say

the words have waited deep inside

eager to take shape through sound and voice

and be given wing

there are songs on my hands

placed there from the moment of my birth

I grasped them in my infancy not knowing their worth or meaning

i held them tightly thinking they were my own

not willing to share or give them away

crushing some in my haste

they were broken and bleeding but because of grace

beauty was found in their truth

but as i have grown i have learned to let them go one by one

strong and mature they soar as they take flight

rising up to the heavens as incense

the more i release them on the breath of the heavens

the more they well up within me

with longing and deep sighing

they desire to soar back to their creator

singing a clarion call

hosanna