Full of the knowledge of grace
and thinking of that love that has brought me this far,
Fountains of thanksgiving fall from my lips
flowing freely into rivers of gratitude
and I
sharing silent conversations in the middle of my mind
speak of special blessings and mercy pardoned to me
then slip silently into the recesses of my spirit
as my mouth gives up its secrets
and I
fall further into that high place wherein I can only
dwell but for a moment
Remembering what was and what is now
I life my voice
releasing foreign tongues from my lips
speaking the mysteries of ancient languages
spoken to honor He who has made me,
when finally the I in me, relinquishes control