A New Thing

Warning: if you have a weak stomach and a vivid imagination, do not read this while eating.

I know You wish to do a new thing in me. 

Old, infected, pussing wounds that need to be treated and cleaned.

The scalpel of Your word that needs to cut out the abscess of trauma

This abscess I used to interact with others;

The product of a wound I never allowed to heal.

Whether it be the product of my ignorance or voluntary amnesia, you cleared everything away and out of my life until it was me and You.

You ripped my bandage of security, surgically reversing the self medicated remedies I used to help me get this far.

And You’ve helped me realize that it can only go so far.

If I continue in the way that I’m going, it will eventually kill me.

And You’ve done too much on that cross for me to continue the way I’ve been

You’re setting fire to the wood and straw of my works 

Equally developing and refining the precious metals I have within.

In return, You have asked of me three simple things:

A surrendered will,

An open heart,

And a daring obedience

While You do the work in me, around me, and through me;

Because You are God all by Yourself

And it’s clear that You don’t need my help.