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I sing new songs

play more music

clap hands and shout

until Breath

breaks the container of who I am

to make me more

of Who I Am

recalibrated to be voice to Your Word

which was stored in bottles

as improbable as the ocean corked

in a container……..

you the sea,

the writer, me.

In awe I am

in awe of messages in a bottle

now a shattered vessel

not really the life that was planned

these waters flowing through me

drops becoming words

currents becoming quick

me put back together in a new way

I go where I am sent

to regions of reality where we are saved

where Your word spoken dismembers old flasks

so Your elixer can inebriate us

Your words break us and make us new

then that mighty pen which writes them down

confounds the enemy with ammunition

and we are just glad.