It's ok if everything's not ok.
Good LORD, it's ok, but just give me something in my hand
To feed with, or to smite with.
And let it be well known that it was me,
And that we are, all of us from Adam to John the Revelator,
Holding it in our hands: Powers unknown and unforeseen, thus given into our hand.
The Well of our Father does not run dry, just deeper.
So deep, in fact, that its refreshment runs far below the reach
of my hand.
And this long line is handed on to me from palm to palm of ancestors,
Each staining it with blood of their own and of their slain
To make it taste like victory and rust.
The depth of this is everything
The depth of this is still ok, Good LORD, it's still ok.
But take my hand and fill it now with drops of water from Your well.
Amen.
