A woman's voice carries the melody. She longs to perform, to impress, to offer a sacrifice to God:
"What can I do for you? What can I bring to you?
What kind of song would you have me to sing..."
After a few more verses, she sings God's reply:
"You don't have to DO a thing. Just simply be with me
and let those things go. 'Cause they can wait another minute..."
It is here, in the truth of these lyrics, where I place my hands on my hips, let my heart rate decelerate, and breathe. I let these words shoulder my weight, keeping myself from smothering me. It is here...