My bones are weary with great weariness
Of living, yet my heart sings like a bird
(The one who had escaped the fowler’s net),
I find renewal in your every word.
You draw me, draw me, from the depths of dark
Into that light which pierces like a sword
Unmake, remake me, shatter and re-form;
You are my life, therefore I call you Lord.
You were undone to do me up again,
Broken for me to reconstruct my soul
Out of the stuff of your transforming grace
And in this great defeat I am made whole.
Therefore I love and laugh and lift and live
In you who are my treasure and my king
And though death stalks my every mortal breath
Your life in me will give me everything.
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