July 10–16 ❘ Saul, Saul
Saul, Saul
I was born with purpose,
a firm desire to serve God
whatever the sacrifice or suffering.
I raged at blasphemy,
pitched body and soul into battle,
knew with every sinew I was right,
but I was mistaken.
Over-sure and blind,
I sacrificed others
for my own sins.
A thorn in my heart
pricks me forward now
to rectify and rescue those
whose eyes in earlier life
I wouldn’t deign to meet,
for God had mercy on me—
or on my victims
Who can tell?
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