Wounded
Gentle One, you have wounded me.Your grace has pierced my armor.Your truth has clawed throughmy lies and illusions.Your love has shattered my defenses.The talons of your mercy have cut throughall my bitterness to the heart of my anger and fear.Your forgiveness has crushed my shame.Your suffering love has torn my heart.The little self I worked so hard to createlies faint, breathing shallow.I am helpless before you.I bleed with your blood.Pierced by your light,I am filled with your light.Broken by your grace, I am made whole.O Crucified One, Lover of my Soul,in you I am brought to death,and…
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