Holy God,
You lavishly pour out your love.
My prickled hand are empty.
What have I to bring you but this?
Your grace flows deeper.
It washes purer.
It rises above my prickles and warts.
envelope and enfold me.
Wrap me in the splendor of your light.
Shield me from lies and infiltrate me with truth.
You are other.
You are Holy.
your ways are higher,
yes, so much higher.
Amen
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