Elisabeth's Pen

 Tainted blood and water
flow, cleansed from your thrown, and I, my mess
enthralled in it's undertow.
This life, this one, on the edge of something
magnificent, empty and beautifully broken,
wonderfully heavy with the grace it now bears,
do come, do kneel, do love, and long.
To raise this rock above my head, to scream help
with lung's gust, my arms do reach to your sky; help
on my tongue, help in my heart, help flowing from my
lips to your ears.
Help and remembrance, remembering how far we've 
come with Ebenezer's stone,
flow intermingled with 
the blood from your thrown.
I come, and I kneel,
and I ask, take this little life and use it for your glory.
Ebenezer planted firmly in the earth, shovel in, shovel deep,
here I stay, till you take me home. 
"Here's my
heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for thy
courts above."

One at a time, little hopes and dreams are being placed in that bottle, that little bottle, that little bottle.
      A heart's beat, a heart's throb. its love and sorrow, are all thriving inside.
 Too painful to hold, too precious to let go, that little bottle lay at your feet.
     "Find a hiding place, somewhere to keep it safe," my spirit said.
So, I ran to the one place I know I always belong, the one place I know I am safe, right at your feet, pouring  
     out my tears as they hit that little bottle, like rain drops on a glass floor.
Perhaps one day, when the moment of release comes, you will break the glass, shatter it in a million pieces,
     and let the hopes and dreams find there place.
Too painful to hold, too much to touch, at your feet they will stay, and I beg you, make a way, bring release
    to this aching heart.
I'm sick with anticipation, full of hope, overwhelming with want, asking you to put it all in that little bottle laying
    at your feet.
Little bottle holds my heart, little bottle holds my sweat and tears, blood and fear, it's all there, and I beg you,
    make a way.