With your scalpel clean way what festers.
Those seeping wounds that act as fetters
And keep my heart from being whole.
This only you can do.
Burn me with your grace.
Glaze me with the heat of your passion.
Until I ooze your life from every pore.
Cauterize the dead, the rotting, the putrid,
Let pain remind me of you.
Bathe me, Lord Jesus.
Like Lewis' claws, rip away the hardened flesh.
Pierce my soul, score my spirit, slice my heart.
May your compassion cascade from the wounds;
Contrition bringing life anew.
Then dress me, Lord,
In rags of splendor that reflect your love.
Not in gaudy baubles, all my own, that hide;
But soft, transparent white, that wounds of love
May still shine through.
written by the lufmiester, 2003
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