November 6–12 ❘ Author and Finisher
Author and Finisher
He doesn’t stop us
from wielding words like swords
or cudgels in His name
after the manner of our language.
We quote scripture, spare not
the rod, reason that we need
land blows only once
and they will learn,
but we never learn.
Fallen, broken, stunned by grief,
we stammer toward God
who wraps wounds in Word,
daubs written ointment deep
in weeping sores, massages
life back into bruises
with balm of His cadence.
In His lines laid down
like red ribbons, we read
and are healed.
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