My songs of joy rise
in thanksgiving to my Father
For the showers of gifts
that rain down from a sky
with no clouds.
And my words do not cover
the need here inside.
The need to tell you,
“It is too much.”
“I cannot be worthy
of all of these gifts.
It is too much.”
But Light showers glisten
and fall on me still.
And the gifts keep coming
and coming.
And my Father just smiles,
when I talk to him thus,
And touches my head with his kiss…
And touches my head
with his kiss…
