An 18-Year-Old Psalm of Praise and Joy

An 18-Year-Old Psalm of Praise and Joy

by Elise White Forbes

Orangevale, CA, USA

If I am a garden, then he holds the hose

Gives life to me and to all those that bloom

Immerses me the water as John once did

Tells me the hose won’t run dry, if I look to the cotton candy silver lined heaven clouds

If I am a kite, then He is the wind

Blows icy air through my tattered wings

Directs my nose to hopeful colors on the horizon

Teaches me how to free my tail without tangling my glory in the vultures who appear to soar

If I am stone, then He is the sculptor

Shows my roughest corners how they can be softened

Let’s me touch His scarred palms, so mine can be perfect

Watches me do my own carving and helps me even when my circles become squares and nothing makes sense

If I am a sister, then He is my older brother

Letting me have the last slice of chocolate cake

Listening to my she said he said, but I thought that –

ughSacrificing His life for our family to live on and on and on and on forever into the eternities