The View From Here

The View From Here

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Callouses

Bruised & calloused,
Aching knees
I am a poor supplicant
My eyes dimmed & blurred
My voice raw & choked

My battered heart
Bleeding
In my hands
Offered to You
With one plea

Storm clouds gather
Lightning flashes, thunder roars
All of heaven weeps with me

I have sung in the storm
My voice drowned out by wind

Stumbling blind,
face down in the mud

Silence the whispers, the lies
Restore the sun
Replace dirges with psalms
Cover this broken, naked soul again

I am falling, plummeting
Hurtling terrified to earth
Limbs flailing, helpless

Waking with a start
Secure in Your embrace
My feet again find

Solid ground,
 Rock beneath my feet

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