Wounded

 

Psalm 51:17 

17 The sacrifices God desires are a humble spirit—

O God, a humble and repentant heart you will not reject.

 

A wounded spirit … who can heal?

May be comfort … right intentions?

Lots of words someone mentions?

Who are you kidding … are you for real?

 

A spirit bleeding … anguish there.

Sleepless nights … great despair.

Way past fear … self does not care.

Alone-ness pushes ... circles where?

 

Creation shouts, “You are to blame!”.

You despised His Holy Name

But you cry out! "I love Him, Who came"

to ransom one like me from shame.

 

Mankind screams, “You did wrong!”

but I knew that … all along.

My flesh and bones' weary song

limiting me with the true Son.

 

But I am bleeding deep inside.

I feel the pain it doesn’t seem right.

I wished I had wings to take that flight

away from self into God’s might.

 

The words I cry … were cried before.

One day that cry will be no more

when I walk on the other shore.

No more tears … forevermore.

 

That cry that traveled through the years,

that at no time … seems to cease.

If it is not me … one of my peers.

What keeps this cry from here?

 

The only balm to heal this pain

is Christ the Lord time and again.

He cried this cry … as He suffered pain

to soothe my hurt taking my shame.

 

Though Christ in care is very near

Why can't I touch Him … why do I fear?

In Him I'm strong … appears so clear

Oh flesh and bones! … Oh, flesh! so “dear”?

 

Jan Wienen