Rendition of Psalm 38God, in your anger, do not set me aside. I suffered the length of your chastening. Your arrows have fallen all around me. Your hand pressed me into the ground. You heaved my heart whole over. I am all raw wounds. My heart is scoured bright as brass— Abraded, burnished, blazing hot Under the blast of your wrath. My peace is choked Because I chewed black thoughts Like cracked bones and made A meal of my sin’s marrow. My wrongs have doubled back on me And I can’t bear them. My rot flesh hangs in strips. The fester stinks. All day, I shuffle through drifts of sorrow. My feet are bleeding in my shoes As I walk the long lanes of grief. My prayers fall in soft sift That drops to muddy slosh behind me. A fire has made a home in my flesh. I keep patting my chest to put it out, But the fever won’t quit. My bones are brittle as coral.
So many words in the world and then there are those who gather themselves together, skillfully wrought, like these. I feel blessed to have the way and means to read them. So many people think they have talent, but there are a few among them who really do. Like you.
Oh Andy! What a gift! After all the pain accentuated so graphically, that end gave me such a peace. Show me what it's like to feel safe and saved, with that rollicking lavish, rolled out love!!!
So many words in the world and then there are those who gather themselves together, skillfully wrought, like these. I feel blessed to have the way and means to read them. So many people think they have talent, but there are a few among them who really do. Like you.
Your wordplay is always so beautiful. These renditions are such blessings.
Oh Andy! What a gift! After all the pain accentuated so graphically, that end gave me such a peace. Show me what it's like to feel safe and saved, with that rollicking lavish, rolled out love!!!
Oh how I needed that!