She is wild, that girl who hasn’t learned fear
Flies through the air and into the water
Arms and legs strong and fast and
Joy explodes out of her little body.
Catching a glimpse mid-air is like seeing a spark of the
Power that was used to ignite her soul
With the breath of God, my God I can’t
Breathe when Your reality is so tangible.
Sovereignty like a child, who accepts that You
Are really there in the storm and that
You are God and we are not.
Wild is her spirit still and God I ask that
She stays wild, untamed, not safe in her faith.
Let her rest under Your wings with her eyes on the
For more on the biblical account of Elisha with his eyes wide open, read 2 Kings 6:8-17.