SONG OF ANNA

Thank You for one more day,

One more day to awaken the dawn with worship.

One more span of sun rise to set

When I pour out my heart to You,

To listen with my inner ears to Your whispers,

To pray with all the experience of my eighty-four years.

Not a moment is wasted.

My body may be stooped from age—

Frail from fasting—

But my spirit is mighty.

I carry with me a powerful presence

That changes the very atmosphere,

For even at night

My worship does not wane.

The Ruach HaKodesh, the holiest of spirits,

Dances between my dreams and waking moments.

There is not longer any separation from You.

I never leave the temple,

Never leave Your side.

Prophetess they call me,

But You call me friend.

(based on Luke 2)

MY RESURRECTION

Seems only right to re-share this favorite on Easter Week.

My Resurrection

You say to me, “Get up!”
Am I waking from the dead
Or a deep, dark sleep?

“Get up, little girl!”
You grasp my hand and lead me back—
Twelve years, twenty, so many I’ve lost count—
To when the issues began,
To when the bleeding started.
I was just a little girl.

In the places where I died,
When a little part of me
Gave up, lost hope, let go of innocence…
You restore me.

And then You turn
To the woman in me:
The one whose burden has been so heavy,
Who spent everything she had
On the wrong answers and the wrong questions,
The one who has suffered from constant bleeding,
Constant pain.

Surely, if I could just touch Your robe, or
If I could just hear You say my name,
Something would change?
You say to me,
“Your suffering is over.
Get up, I have made you whole!”

Immediately, the bleeding stops and
I feel that I’ve been healed. 
Immediately, I stand up.

I have scars from the past
In my hands and side,
But my grave is empty.
Why look for the living among the dead?
I’m not there.  I’m alive!


Copyright © 3/25/03 by Kendra Lane Barrow; version 4/06/10.  All rights reserved.

Based on Mark 5:22-29, 34, 39-42 (New Living Translation)

A HEART OF WISDOM (Psalm 90)

God, you are my family’s true home

For generations to come and the generations that brought me here.

Before the world was born, you were God.

Before time, you were God.

Until the end of time, you will still be God.

The lifetime of a man is as short as the new morning grass

Withering by evening.

Time to you is but a moment – a thousand years like a day to you.

You are bigger, greater, and unending.

We are so small in comparison.

And you know every part of us – every single thing –

Even our deepest secrets.

Maybe we will have seventy or eighty years of life

If we have the strength,

But our days will rush by and be filled with trouble.

Therefore, teach us, O God,

To live our days rightly and honestly

So that we grow a heart of wisdom,

A heart like yours.

Copyright © 3/27/13 by Kendra Lane Barrow. All rights reserved.