FILL THE GRAY VOID, MIGHTY ONE

Fill the gray void within my heart, Mighty One.

Fill the caverns of unresolve with your still,

soft presence. Warm the numb walls

which I must call my breathless lungs.

For I cannot breathe within this vacuum

of space. Rushing Wind, restore the breath

of Life. Warm an heart grown cold.

Renew my dying heart with your Spirit.

Restore the pulse. Renew my life with perfect

blood. Let it rush through my aching veins.

Let the warmth it gives be my comfort.

And I will cry again tonight and again

at daybreak. Then I will know you are holy,

when the dead rise again. Lord give

life to my carnal body, willing corpse.

And when the morning dew lifts up

from the ground, glistening in the sunlight,

so shall my cries, when discovered,

turn to singing as your light falls on me.

Extend now your very essence, restore your joy.

Today my mind will dwell on lighter things.

Today restored lungs will exhale a new song.

And my body shall sing with my soul:

There is joy. The Lord is good.

Joy forever. He is everlasting.

There is joy. Sing to the Lord.