Prayer of One Wounded
Is this Thy will? Has this become my lot?
I preach Thy precious promises, but preach
with brokenness and blemish, blot and breach.
Hast Thou forgotten me? If I forgot
Thy benefits and, touching this, see not,
reach out to me, Thy lost. Do I not reach
hem of Thy garment? Do I not beseech?
What glory hast Thou in a broken pot?
Behold, my skin is torn, my bottle burst,
and I have wept so much, my tears are bread,
yet watered with affliction, still I thirst
and seek Thy living waters like one dead
because I want to seek Thee, love Thee first,
and wash my blood with blood which Thou hast bled.
Michael Rew
