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by Jane Valencia
copyright (c) 1998
Come oh my daughter
come over, come over
Cross this path river
come over to me
Come oh my daughter
pebble worlds slide
smooth under your feet
welcome the desert night
Don't be afraidCome oh my daughter
rock red rises deep
impressions on the wall
your small hands reveal
Come oh my daughter
under infinite wings
thousands before you
teach you to singCome oh my daughter
rosebud from bone
the path that will lead you
is written in the stoneHow fearfully you are made
my daughter, my own
woven of loveI call you,
call you home
About Call From The River
A number of years ago I attended a Christian women's retreat with my mother. During one of the gatherings a woman rose, crossed to the front of the hall and began to sing -- music and words inspired by God. This was ny first experience with what is called "prophetic singing". The song had an ancient sound to it, and was strong--a call. I was so moved by it that I sang the first couple of lines over and over in my head, until I could get back to our cabin and jot them down. The first two lines of this song are what I remember of the singing, and have no doubt altered during the passage of time and in the fancies of my memory. The rest are my own inspiration. The Spirit was speaking to me too after all!
I originally dedicated the song to first daughter, but just after my second daughter was born, my midwife commented that she resembled a rosebud when she emerged. So of course the song had to be for her too!
The singer was Ann Harrison who was well known in her faith community for her prophetic singing. She and her husband and two small boys moved from California to Colorado a couple of years ago. She died not long after during an epileptic seizure.
Later note: I sang this song when my paternal grandmother died. So, this song is indeed one for passages -- of a daughter coming into and out of this life, assisted I think by the ancestors, and Spirit -- who I experience here as sacred feminine.
