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.