REIGN in me -
Lord, I would be queen of my own heart.
The power - mine; mine the acclaim.
Mine the moat. 
I would deny entrance to pain:
No matter that grace is equally denied.
Oh!  Be my King
Give me the pain, that I might know grace.

REIN me in -
Lord, I would run wild, untamed.
Without direction, I gallop, I toss my head, I nicker.
I am free.
I am lost.
Ensnared in brambles, lost in a barren place.
Oh!  Lead me home!
I welcome the bit, the bridle the reins.
Guide me to water, to rest.

RAIN on me -
Lord, I would dwell in sunshine only
Petals facing the light.
Yet hard-packed is the soil and dry
No room for roots - no room.
Oh - open a cloud!
I embrace each squall, each sleety trial,
Mixed with the drops of sorrow: drops of mercy.
I grasp the moistened earth.
Grant me more storms that I might grow.

 Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006

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