We were ask to write a psalm today in my spritual formation class, This is what came out.  

God you are a loving artist,

Who painted the skies,

Sculpted the mountains,

The One who wove the threads of creation into the tapestry of life

You whose hands create, Oh God.

You who dreamt, & reality formed.

The fields of my soul are worn,

            They have seen famine and drought.

My soul is without cleansing rain,

            My fields are in need of rest.

Send your rain, Oh God,

            Give me rest from the plow.

Let me receive your year of Jubilee

            That I might celebrate with you.

Other fields have not see this struggle,

            Others have Joy in their land.

But you are the cultivator of my soul,

            You bring rain and joy.

My time with you will turn tears into dancing.

My life with you will transform drought into plenty.

My soul will take root in your grace.

I will praise you for your blessings

            I will sing as I am woven into your story.