I'd like to be a snake crusher, Not go crushed by the snake, Be a slight grace-fount of healing For my kids. God, bless them. As Jacob laid hands on Judah, Lay Your palms on my son, daughter Yet unborn. And bless me, too, broken body and spirit Despite. Let Your word give Respite, let it Restore, So the family chain goes on, A bonded rope of fire that Travels re-braided with varied color Into life, indeed, into the Infinite Light.
