Lord,
I would bow before You
In humility of heart.
Willing to be broken,
And be taken all apart.
It’s difficult to say this,
For it feels a lot like dying.
But I am needy, sick at heart,
And weary of my trying.
Oh, how our human pride
Tries to escape this at all cost.
Fearing what You’ll tamper with
And what things might be lost.
We fear to be so vulnerable
To open up the soul.
We try to keep ourselves intact
Unbroken, strong, and whole.
But sometimes wellness has to come
After an operation.
We have to brave the knife
That makes the way to restoration.
And so we have to trust the One
Who knows our every fear.
We have to look to Him in faith
And let Him draw us near.
You do not have to fear the One
Who holds the surgeon’s knife.
He gave His everything for us,
So we could have new life.
He will not make a single stroke
That isn’t done in love,
That doesn’t work around for good,
With healing from above.
So let Him touch your heart of hearts
And reach your deepest place.
It will not hurt so much
If you are gazing at His face.
For what a sweet relief it is
To let Him cut away
The ugly growths that fester,
And the things that should not stay.
He will heal your deepest wounds
And make all things anew.
I know He does these things for me,
And so He can for you.
Believe His love, and trust His hand
That seeks to make you whole.
The greatest Surgeon in the world
Has never lost a soul.
Written 6/3/20