CONSECRATION



In the palm of my hand

I hold a single tear

That has been cried,

Shed from my eye

The day I died.



It holds the baggage

And the life that I knew.

Now, my friend,

I'm giving to You.



The wind blows gently

Across my palm

And takes the tear apart.

It's gone from me,

To Your hands forever.

Now my new life can start.



You'll look after my luggage:

My worries, my fears,

My constant distractions,

And unhappy years.



In the palm of my hand

I hold a single tear

That has been cried,

Shed from my eye

The day that I died.



It is ironic to think that

The day I died

Is also the day that I was born once more.

You contain my luggage,

And give me freedom forever more.