Descending in my own mind
one thousand miles deep.
A flash of Your face
pulls me from distracted sleep.
Numbing my pain
with excess and gain.
Your scent passes by me,
and for a moment I am sober—
my soul stained.
Stumbling, falling,
scratching, breaking, crying…
Your tender voice:
a gentle reminding.
Locked away,
isolated by fear, sickness, and pain.
Just Your blood
to make me whole again.
Swerving, curving, winding.
Nail-pierced hands,
inviting to guide me.
Revelation, conviction, repentance… then
I hear Your voice:
“I am coming again.”
Broken, bare before the Love that sees,
still
You never, ever give up on me.
- Jennifer D Sanges
hiswordsarelikecandy.com 
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