I beat the hell out of myself yesterday and cried until I fell asleep. Why? Under the guise of an emotional release from some highs and lows over the past week. Under the guise of processing through some feelings I hadn’t gotten to yet. Instead it was a battle, a wrestling match if you will… where I needed all my strength to fight and instead found myself cheering on my opponent. Why do I seek comfort so close to danger. Why do I think I know what’s best for me?
Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from Christ's side, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Suffer me not to be separated from Thee
From the malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me come unto Thee
That I may praise Thee with Thy saints
and with Thy angels
Forever and ever
Amen
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