The Wondrous Trade

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Lord,

I’m in awe of what you’ve done,

wholly, fully completing your covenant with me,

knowing the depths of my shame,

walking through the ugly mire of worldly sludge, brokenness, and defilement,

thrust into the pain of sin around you,

accusation, betrayal, and condemnation.

You are the Son of God,

yet you counted yourself as nothing

for love –

love of God, love of the world,

your creation, your handiwork, your poetry,

love of me.

I can’t believe I can come with my broken wares,

my ashes of shame and self-hatred,

dropping them at your feet

with my knees and head prostrate,

realizing I can be free because you paid the price for me.

I praise you for this trade of mercy and grace,

where I can only receive,

humbling my heart to see clearly my emptiness and poverty,

and I’m amazed that for ashes, grief, and despair,

you would give me beauty,

dancing,

and a garment of praise.

You are good God, and I will never forget your kindness,

I am yours, and you are mine.

I bless my Beloved,

Amen.

My Love

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You are my Love,

let me reflect your presence and light,

like the fair moon that reflects the sun,

your music and whispers,

like the ear drum that gently stirs to delicate sounds,

your beauty and joy,

like a diamond that delights to scatter your beams of light,

your peace and gentleness,

like zephyrs that move lapping waves on the shore.

Your love is all around,

you spoke and brought forth life by your Word,

infused all creation with your power and Spirit.

All creation adores you and sings praise to you,

and waits in bated breath for the children of God to arise.

I have the spirit of power, love, and a sound mind,

I’m at rest in your love,

wholly alive, fully me,

beloved, enjoyed, delighted in,

to love you, love myself, and love others.

I arise to answer your call O Lord,

to be yours, and to discover for all eternity,

the riches of who you are.

You are mine.

Amen.