Poem by Muna, inspired by Psalm 93
I have lifted the flood for you my child,
I have lifted the floods to hear your voice
I have broken the sea, beaten the waves.
Precious, You are enveloped in my strength,
You have authority to make a way
From you never have I deprived a thing.
Like the clay of the earth, time will mould thee.
Like the lilies of the field, they will bloom,
So will you my precious child, so will you.
In the depths of the valley, shelter in me
My yoke is easy and my burden light
My Spirit is ever present, rest child.
My fearfully and wonderfully made
Child in whom I know, treasure and love so