Unkinked Soul

Let me at a throne of mercy find a sweet relief, kneeling there in deep contrition, help my unbelief.-Pass Me Not (verse 2), by Fanny Crosby and William H. Doane

I believe, Lord
Help me in my unbelief
Help me not to hate
Help me, even in my righteous anger,
To not strike hearts with poison words

As I stretch my back this morning,
Undulating and unkinking my shoulders and neck
Lodge your hand in my chest and touch my memory
Kneading the twists and turns
That took me from wonder to terror
From a tender need to love
To a salty, brittle, darkened soul

Make me desire giving, Lord
Not collecting hearts
To disappoint

Let your tears fall
In my dry places --soothing,
Unkinking my soul
Until my own tears fall like rain
Into the ocean of God is love

I receive, Lord
Open my hereto unreceptive heart
To gorge on Holy Blood
Until I'm filled with Holy Spirit

Such power will steer my freedom trek
Up the straight road
Through the narrow gate

We'll cry in unison
To wash away the old me
The crust, the dirt, and salty sediment
Of lies, crushed dreams, more lies

I believe, Lord
Help me

(Graphic image by Lucian Bobotan)

Comments

[Marcus Goodyear]

Very moving, Diane. And I love the idea of God massaging our muscles from the inside.

[Robin]

Great Post! Thank you for this ever-timely reminder. May you be blessed!