Crushed!
Lord You crush me and I cry
And with tears I ask, Lord, why?
You crush me out of my shape
I try from Your grip to escape
But Your hand tightly holds me
The hand that ought to soothe me
Refuses to let me be
And in my great pain I sigh
Did You decide to draw nigh
In order to destroy me?
"I need to crush you, My dear
And to you let it be clear
That it's not done out of hate
But that, before it's too late
The real you may manifest.
No one so much loves his fruit
But all strength he would recruit
To squeeze out sweet juice and seeds
Again each precious seed breeds
To bring fruits after its kind".
Then crush all the more, o Lord
But let strength come through Your word
Press till my present suffering
Brings out juice for Your offering
And seeds to breed divine love.
Bunmi Osho-Davies
Nigerian
writing from China