Father Resurrector

You found me in this place
And refused to let go

Your name is Great:
A thunder that divides,
But Your great gentleness
Coming alongside,
Catching the tears,
Soothing the broken child
Who bites Your hand,
And rants, and writhes wild-
It’s Your gentleness
That shakes my foundations.
Forgive my unforgiveness,
My briney imprecations;
I returned violence for violence.
Oh, my blinded audacity!
Yet You, Weaver of the Impossible,
Persevered in pertinacity.
You walked with me
A country mile.
You defended me
In the din of the vile,
In the lair of the lewd,
You preserved my purity.
You laid Your unchangeable name
As my unbreakable surety,

Forgive me the groanings of my immaturity.

All I hope to know, to show,
Is the loving glow of Your face.