Wholly Broken

For too long,

my eyes have been

too far away from you.

My heart has begged

to touch your Word,

my hands,

to grasp your love.

Anoint these hands

in Holy fire,

consume them,

use them as your pen.

Mold my soul

into your will,

bending my knees,

to face your feet,

so that my tears can flow,

and wash and fall,

to the place my sins

pierced and cut.

With humble strands,

let me wipe my pain,

across your sacred blood.

Heal these cracks,

and hold my pieces.

Guard them,

redeem them,

take this humble child,

as I offer up

my only gift,

a spirit made soft,

and tender,

and wholly broken for you.