Give me permission to be who I am.
Don't envy a sparrow or lost little lamb.
As the flocks and the herds settle under my wing
The Heavens will bless me, the Angels will sing,

And the gifts of His love will well up in my chest
As I offer the helpless safety and rest.
As scared little eyes learn to trust and to love
I could soar like a hawk through the clouds high above.

Before and After

And I watch the wounds heal and the eyes begin shining,
The ribs fill in and the voices quit whining.
They run and they fly where before they were bound
By misfortune and pain to one spot on the ground.

The babies grow healthy - the old ones grow young.
Eyes and prayers overflow where my dreams are hung!
I know what my mission in this lifetime is -
For to heal My Least Brethren awards me true bliss.

The time that I spend with them strengthens my soul.
If you can't understand, then it's time you should go!
But if all of God's little ones plead to you too,
Then imagine the infinite good we could do,

If by joining our hands and hearts in that bond
Such a love would flow freely between and beyond
That we truly could save every creature on Earth,
And fulfill divine destiny wrought at our birth.

~ sm ~