Sweating it Out

A psalm about working our salvation

As my body drowns deeper in His wellspring,
so does the Spirit flow through these dead pores,
spilling, sweltering, ever-rushing His glow.

As fish and waters follow their highways,
so does my mind blow upstream and high,
singing, swimming, rumbling against currents.

As my bones crack under this parching red sun,
so do His promises counter for my emptied self,
baring, daring, piercing through boulders.

Selah.

May my soul continually find rest in Him,
may He fulfill His Word as I wield the sword,
may His thirst complete me evermore.
Amen.

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