You wrap me in your arms, and I just cling to this.
All other distractions quiet to a low, dull hum,
And my heart pounds through places I thought were numb.
I give up, I rue it all, take all I am.
I lie quiet at your feet - me, a little lamb.
The storm I came through shook me and soaked my bones,
I waged a war and then I died alone.
Oh, the absurdity of assuming that I
Without wings or feathers could jump and then fly!
This hand is not of beauty or grace
But simply one that longs to touch your face.
Take off the layers, the impedimenta I own.
Your fingers dig deep through the threads that I've sewn.
In trepidation I cry from this pain that I feel,
And suddenly this life becomes very real.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I try to construe.
My nakedness is shameful in front of you,
But you exculpate me without hesitation
And make my salvation your obligation.
Praise you, oh Lord, for your incredible mercy!
This love is such a beautiful, ineffable mystery!
I deserve fire and without you I am lost,
But me you have redeemed through the power of the cross.
~Heidi Joens
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