Father, forgive me.
I still struggle when
Acid touches open flesh.
What were You seeing
When You loved to the death?
What were looking into or through?
I want to look like You.
In healing the ear,
In the silence, in forgiveness,
Through sweat and blood and fear
You never spoke death.
An answer finds my soul,
Why I waste words, heaps by hours,
And You did not:
You knew Your words had power;
Mine feel powerless.
Yet You say life and death
Are in the power of the tongue-
Help me believe! Help me sing life
And leave the gall of death
Unheralded, unlauded, unsung.
Dry up the bitterness in me.
Spring up a well that is sweet.
viewingcamelot 
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