Undone by my deeds, and lost in the weeds,
I’m a stranger in my skin, who thirsts in a land so utterly barren,
Bound up in self-constructed chains, and a slave to my desires unrestrained.
Then I fall to my knees cause I’m broken and shamed.
But where can I go from the presence in this place?
My sin as putrid stains, yet your grace as cleansing rains.
When the noise of this world is suddenly stilled,
I see that for this repentant moment your blood spilled.
And I am washed in the divine downpour.
Just like a starving child, I can only cry out “More!”
And my tears are lost in the merciful water
as I’m embraced and called “beloved daughter.”

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