I knew a girl who was as highly strung
as Blanche Dubois
She had a sweet soul,
one of the last real ones perhaps:
vibrant and compassionate, any time of day.
I offered her the cure
to her constant plight
and once she let it in,
it eased her zapping mind.
But the brain still relentlessly
swishes
and
swallows
every good thought in her domain,
until it’s coated
in an atrocious slime.
‘Anxiety,
go for a holiday’
I heard her chanting one afternoon
from mid-battle ground...

You got wheels
Come pick up the cure
Feel the peace beneath your feet
It’s always been there honey,
You just gotta let it
paint your landscape: bright.

Oh Lord, she was born by you, she was born for you
You had a plan, she was your plan, it never came out of the blue.

Father, you know her inside, you know her outside
You had a purpose, she was your purpose, it never can be denied.

She wasn't born for a day, she was made to last forever.
Lord, You planted eternity in her heart, for her, with her, together.

This earth, nothing but an auberge, and this life, a mist
We are here only for a while, for another moment, to make it your list.

My Lord, fix her eyes, to the unseen, to the eternity
You had a purpose, for her and for all of us, it was never mortality.

Oh Lord, all she has is a troubled soul, a weak body
You still give her strength, to lift her up to be there for your glory.

Dear Father, smile on her, make her life your pleasure
Let her see that smile, feel that smile as she is your divine treasure.

Abba, the wounds in her heart, in her soul and flesh
Needs your touch, the healer of wounds,  let her spirit refresh.