God and Greta stand at the waterfall
Reflecting on what majesty means
Greta has her hair pulled back
And the spray hits her face
In a light kind of way
She prays by taking God's hand
And bringing it to her chest
'Can you feel it?'
'Yes.'
'Okay.'
They start to walk into the waterfall
And once they're underneath it
The water gives way to a rushing hope
That pours onto Greta
As God goes from dry to high
In a matter of moments
Greta holds up her hands
To let the moisture suck up her fingertips
Like a playful lover
On a Sunday afternoon
She comes here to the waterfall
Instead of church
Her mother disapproves
Tells her she should know her gratitude
For coming through
What she's been through
These past few months
Her mother doesn't realize
That this is where Greta is with God
Here at this waterfall
Being reminded of what God's given her
A life
And the ability to feel it
To really feel it
The chance to get soaking wet
And become dry
And become whole
Again
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