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rise with me,
rise and turn,
enter the sacred dance,
the dance of letting go,
of living, loving,
moving and breathing free,
rise with me,
rise and turn,
move your feet
to the heartbeat of life,
enter the rhythms of peace,
the joy of singing the song of all days,
rise with me,
rise and turn,
rise with me ,
talitha koum..
How can I hide
My brokenness from you
When you come to me
With nail scarred hands
And a pierced side,
When the thorn shaped scars
Still speak from your brow,
And your back bears marks of
Humanities vicious cruelty?
How can I fear your gaze
When love showed itself so powerfully
That it did not, could not hold you
From giving all for all?
So I come, broken, bruised, and scarred,
By life, and at my own hands,
I want to fall at your feet,
But you lift me
And hold me in a tender embrace....
Work your grace in me
Holy One,
pulse your life through my veins,
burn your fire in my bones,
sing your song in my heart,
and set me free,
free from the me
who holds me back,
whose excuses, defences and fears
trip and bind me,
free from the doubts and the nagging
voices of deep discouragement,
so calm me, and
still me,
as I sit at your feet,
work your grace in me,
make me a channel of your love
and peace...
I wait.
like Lazarus,
entombed,
longing for your word
to revive me,
here in the cold
and the darkness
I wait,
dying to live,
dis-ease within
my heart, within
my bones,
within my soul
has brought me here,
I am
dead to all but life,
so I wait,
I wait and know that
you are here,
holding the silence
until just the right time
to speak your word...
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How I long
for your word to
revive me...
Let me die with you
that I might rise
to live again, then
let me enter in,
beyond the pain of death
to the cold dark silence
of the tomb,
to find depths of grace
as yet unknown,
for love is here...
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Let me die with you,
let me taste not only
deaths sting, but
its emptiness,
and when I am empty,
and all is lost,
recreate me, mould
and make me,
for love is here...
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then, let me rise with you
begin new life in you
as re-creative power
flows to and
through my soul.
and a fire burns
in my bones,
only let me die with you,
for I long to live again...
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and love is here...
Image: Jesus calms the storm
Come tiny one,
filled with fears,
pains and rejections,
I welcome you with open arms,
with compassion
and with a love whose depths
cannot be fully known,
rest with me here....
+
Come little one
yearning to belong,
never fitting in,
I welcome you with open arms,
with compassion
and with a love whose depths
cannot be fully known,
rest with me here....
+
Come confused and angry one
struggling to make sense
of the way life's path unfolds
I welcome you with open arms,
with compassion
and with a love whose depths
cannot be fully known,
rest with me here....
+
Come weary and battered one
unable to withstand another
barrage of criticism and harsh words,
I welcome you with open arms,
with compassion
and with a love whose depths
cannot be fully known,
rest with me here....
+
Come broken and bruised one
bring all your wounds, your faults, your flaws,
bring all your heart churned questions,
I welcome you with open arms,
with compassion
and with a love whose depths
cannot be fully known,
rest with me here....
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Rest with me, lean on me,
trust my love,
Rest with me, lean on me, feel my love,
Rest with me, lean on me,
I welcome you with open arms,
with compassion
and with a love whose depths
cannot be fully known...
+
Come as you are,
let me wrap you round with grace...
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The image is "Grace in the storm"
I am not a statistic
to be analysed, nor a pawn
in your planning,
a specimen in your
seeking for understanding,
I have a name and a history,
a story to tell,
I am not a need to be fulfilled
or explained,
I am a man,
my name is Pete,
will you look me in the eye
and tell me I am not worthy?
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I am not an anomaly,
a curiosity to be gawped at , a social project
to be studied with interest,
a moral dilemma
to be perused and
pronounced upon,
I have a name and a history,
a story to tell,
I am not a need to be fulfilled,
I am a woman
my name is Carol,
will you look me in the eye
and tell me I am not worthy?
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I have wounds,
I am human,
fearfully and wonderfully made,
I may be different to you,
or is it that you are different to me (?)
but I am human,
and I breathe, and I bleed
I have a name and a history,
a story to tell,
I am not a need to be fulfilled,
my days were laid out before time began,
will you look me in the eye
and tell me I am not worthy?
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