Be my sustainer,
Through exhausted nights
When my anarchic flesh
Wakes me with bites
Of breakdowns and threats
Sustain my flight
From birth to endless praise.
Take my family in Your hands
Like You have all our days
In Your stalwart tenderness
Protect us and renew our ways
To serve You as we enjoy
Lifting ever purer praise-
As You move, we are able.
Forgive the stubborn sins
You died to forgive
Before we relented, before
We cried out to live:
After You reached into my chest
Squeezing the stone impassive,
Transforming it into a beating thing.
And the attacks land
On this buffeted body
But I rejoice I can still crawl
Our family suffers the volley,
Pummeled quietly,
But we remain Godly,
Because You are God of all,
And we are Yours.
Wrap us in the tenderest provision.
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