God,
I lay on the floor and teach your words.
I lay there and make your babies stare at your truth words.
I make us just stare at your poignant question that strikes chords deep and to the bone.
And we ask ourselves over and over in the deep parts of our mind: "do I want to be healed?"
I want to scream "yes", but to live the "no" seems so much safer, seems so much more within my own control.
But I do...I utter my small "yes".
I say "yes" to your healing.
"yes" to your life.
"yes" to you and all that your bring.
"yes".
Come Lord Jesus come.
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