A time to bloom

Imagine wearing the labels

You hold deep within your heart

Imagine sharing the shame

As a brooch on your cardie
How many brooches would you wear?

Weighed down under the weight of metal

That my dear sister is how your heart feels

Weighed down, burdened, overwrought.
For decades this stuff accumulates

It kills the breath inside

Ella learned in a frozen land

And we can learn too
Let it go, let it go

Let your heart be cleansed

Let it be healed so you can wear

A different brooch
Daughter of the Living King

Forgiven, loved, awesome child

Let your inside match

The carefully prepared outside
And sing with joy

With abandon like David

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord

Saviour of us all.