Poetry

Depleted and weak
Lord you still seek
Something of worth
Inside my hurt

Wrists swollen 
Hands bruised
I am not amused
Heal my heart too

Bacteria in my gut
Rich foods muck
I feel stuck
Let me feel Love

Let me see beauty 
Let me see holy
Lord be with me
As I wait for healing 

Remind me of worth
Of calling, of Birth
Of man falling
Of Christ ever calling 

Remind me of Victory
Of Light in midst of fight
Of stuck sisters
Of still brothers

Let me intercede for thee
While I wait for my healing 
Let me rejoice in You
The miracle worker-
Who CAN and Will DO

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