Jesus
My man-God.
The one I confess…
The one I come adorned for…
My heart is shackled by a doubt that circles above my clearing in the forest in which I lay…
Lifeless
Deadened
Spirit-less
Yet,
Anticipating…
Streams of mercy
Showers of life
They will reign
Broken bones will be kissed to health
By the lips of a God who is not turned away by the taste of ashes
Dislocated limbs will be gathered and held
In the arms of a God who doesn’t mind the stench of prison, the roughness of rags on skin
My God my God
How short I am falling each day
How great is your love that thickens my blood so that this metal heart floods with life again. Amen.
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