Above all the clamor, the restless world
shoving, pressing, pushing, slicing voices
cutting me up into little pieces,
taking a fragment to make their whole
leaving me bereft, unboundaried, nowhere, lost,
my artificial walls shutting them out
isolating me against invisible them,
glass armor, too fragile to handle,
Above it all…
the sun still rises and the light still shines
touching me, even as words fall like black rain
you bring life into my glass menagerie
using the refuse, pressure and brokenness
and transforming by your wonder-working light
nurturing, committed, relentlessly loving
resuscitating and restoring my very DNA
to grow, blossom, and trumpet your glory
I’m joyful, thankful to be whole in your love
your voice cuts through all,
your Word speaks a better word
your Spirit and love brings life
I bless you my Redeemer, my God
Amen.
Creative Pray 