I live the miraculous life you've heard about in your dreams.

I walk among the clouds that the mountains envy.

I ride upon the high places of the earth,

where the wind and the cloud join to give birth,

For the latter rain shall be greater

than all that you've known -

May your faith be a womb

through which my will is grown.

I stedfastly refuse to be a servant of men -

I am reserved for the Most High

who has anointed me and sends -

I've known things that make the angels jealous,

for i know Him in a way they never will,

For I'm called to be His Ruth,

for His desires to fulfill.

I search with Him for the stones of darkness.

I return to Him rejoicing,  my bosom full of sheaves,

thanking Him for all that I am and ever shall be.

The only hands that are truly clean

are those nailed to the Cross with Me.

The only heart that is truly pure

is the heart given to Me, be assured....