Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Torn

I come now to Your table again
Rip off a piece of bread
Soak it in juice
 
And I'm shattered by the realization
That Your body
Was torn apart like this
 
Shoulders separated from sockets
Flesh ripped from You by the whip
And Your heart rupturing under the strain
 
Is this what I'm asking for?
To be crucified with Christ
Ripped apart, torn asunder, destroyed
 
If that's what it takes to remake me
Into Your image, Jesus
Then shatter every selfish part of me
And slash away every part
That does not give glory to You

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