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Here, in the perfection of your presence
My prison of pain seems dim and distant.
Here, in the beauty of your holiness
Worldly wounds don’t seem to matter
As a poultice of praise eases ailments
And pushes problems to the periphery
I try to forget my anger and rage;
The injustice, injury and tears.
Here, I hear your voice
An insistent whisper calling me ever closer
Saying, ‘Come my love’
‘Bring your burdens, your wounds and your worries.’
Here, heaven touches earth
And grace gravitates me towards you.
Created to creator; Wounded to healer; Child to Father.
Here, hurt finds healer,
Sin finds redeemer.
I find the problems I tried to leave on the outside
Here, in the bright light of your love
Let boundaries blur
The here and there dissolve
Let problems resolve
May the presence of God be found in the pain
Felt in the flames
May the healer set us free.