Gift

On a journey of countless steps

I’m leaving thirsty

The light of fire follows me and

Shadow deserts.

And when the sky shines stars

in its lap,

The voice within me will speak softly,

as the river murmurs with the body.

And then the heart sings to the Soul

A song that has long been dreamed of;

‘Bow to the King,

Worship the crown,

Bow down to the thorns,

Worship the crown.

Give yourself to the Father, the Son and the Mother,

Blessed are their steps in the Holy Spirit. ‘

A path full of thorns

I walk barefoot

I am guided by flashes of lightning and

Sunny dew.

And when the sky shines stars

in its lap,

the voice within me will speak softly,

like the sea sailing the body.

And then the heart sings to the Soul

A song he hid for a long time:

‘Bow to the King,

Worship the crown,

Bow down to the thorns,

Worship the crown.

Give yourself to the Father, the Son and the Mother,

With the Holy Spirit of eternity, their footsteps lead you. ‘