“They looked unto him, and were lightened:
and their faces were not ashamed.”
Shame hunts me, O God: Has me, binds me, Ties me like a Captive creature, Keeps me bound in Dimlight cages Whence I cannot Spring myself. Strong hands have You, Lord, Hands to fashion Rain and lashing lightning splitting Skies, or ocean Depths, that region Marked by no light. Reach Those hands; Mark my darkness, Lord. Change me, make me Better than I Know me; even If You break me, Let my whole soul Call You maker, Know Your touch. Hunt my shame, Maker, Catch it, burn it, Turn it into Light, for voicing Only need You, Would You alter Darkness––fire me; Shadows torch. Then shall daylight wick, Quicken limbs and Líve what's stricken, All things christen New things, by Your Hands remade now, Faces turning Unto hope. So turn I, my God, Looking, livened, Shadows banished, Trappers tricked and Cages opened. Can I bear it?–– All the glory In Your gaze.
“Let my whole soul
Call You maker,”
Love this. Very prayerful.
Beautiful!