Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Lenten Psalms 51

O, Divine have mercy
Heal me with compassion
And swaddle me with your love

I fear to be in your presence
knowing how many times I have turned
Treating life as a dead-end street
Whilst you waited for memory to return

Take me again in your arms, O Divine
With hyssop, purify me as a holy place
As bright as the mountaintop snow  
As a tabernacle of scented blessedness 

O Divine create within me, a new song 
A rhythm of heart beating truth
Let the breath of your Spirit renew me 
And my days bear the joy of your word

All I can offer is me, O Divine 
All the sorrow that cannot be carried
The brokenness that won't hold any longer
And a heart that cries out to be held

O, Divine have mercy
Heal me with compassion
And swaddle me with your love

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2 comments:

Michael Moore said...

Beautiful... Thank you for helping me to reflect more deeply on this Psalm...

Roberta Desalle said...

Thank you, Gelli. The words you have brought to this Psalm speak to my heart and spirit.