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