My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Limping

Limping church,

tormented body,

suppressing our Hyde in this war—flesh and spirit,

are we only to stumble through heaven’s gate?

How can we be broken bread to a dying world—

wine poured out to heal a tortured race—when we can’t even heal ourselves?

That I may humble myself in the sight of the Lord.


 “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” ~II Chronicles 7:14

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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