Skilled Surgeon

Poetry

He drew his knife 

And began his incision

Tearing me apart at the seams

He started by taking

Everything out of

This sin ridden body, diseased 

And as He cut

All I felt was the pain

Why would You do this to me?

But when He was done

I saw His skilled hand

Was saving me with this surgery

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SOS

Poetry

Take these bleeding wounds and give them healing

Take these heavy hearts and give them peace

Defy our unbelief and limitations

Answer our prayers, send relief