Monday, May 31, 2010


[Written on a paper napkin, by me, today on my way home from our family trip.]

Bringing me up from rock-bottom,
Your forgiveness is a cooling rain to the parched ground of my broken soul.
You are my love, my heart-cry.
Soiled hands made clean,
Impure hearts restored to newness
Under the flood of Your sacrifice.
I am now finally able to raise my head in Your presence.
Nail-scarred hands,
Costly freedom.
Death for life, war for peace.
You lowered Yourself
So that I might rise.

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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon