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Saturday, October 8

rotten roots



These thoughts come crashing in
Oh, the crashing waves of turmoil w/in

So badly the craving to escape myself
Increasing the effort to crawl out, only brings more boiling waves

Where, oh where, is Your cooling peace?
Are the rotten roots of my past getting in the way?

Oh, Healer, dig up the rotten roots
The rotten roots that remind me of what I was

Flood my soul w/ your healing water
Make new those things old

As You heal me, the dreaded knot is departing
You know the knot, my Healer – the paralyzing knot

Rip the knot out & shelter me from it
It will come again – help me remember who I am

I am who You say I am
I am not who the accuser says I am

In the muck of crossed roots & mud
Give me Your peace & rest, as You heal me

1 comments:

TimmyMac said...

I really like the imagery of rotton roots representing something that is holding me in place, when actually, God wants to dig me up and replant me in good soil.

I've experienced some of that just in the last two years. Good poem, Jay.