Continually shed your rough skin
to keep the calluses from growing to keep yourself vulnerable to remain aware of your need for mercies new every moment. Surrender your battle-scarred skin to feel the air again to feel the freshness of things to feel the nuances and texture of the days for true strength is not in thick skin. Let the heavy, scratchy skin fall away to move in truth and righteousness to move in the readiness of peace to move with the Spirit and pray for gentleness, the armor of saints. You are constant as breath, and yet
I sometimes struggle to breathe. When I am not trained in the heights nor depths, I gasp for breath and ache. When I consume ungodly things my lungs grow filthy, constricted, and I cannot breathe as I should, for I have grown sick. But You are Spiritus - Breath of Life. You breathed my soul, my self, into being. When I want for knowledge, for strength, You in Your steadfastness show me, help me, learn how to breathe when the air is thin when I'm all closed in. When my breath is shut out by my sin-clogged lungs, and I ask for You, You - Divine Surgeon, Miracle worker, King - You destroy the cancerous thing and give me new air and new lungs with which I breathe. Your breath is the Word made flesh. Your breath is the Son surrendered. Your breath is the resurrection. Your breath is the Holy Spirit. Your breath is life eternal. Your breath is gentle, joyful, whole. With Your breath may my soul sing and praise You, Glorious Holy King. |
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