so this oppressor prays:
Heal my blindness
so that I can see your immanent reign.
Heal these crippled hands
too weak and unskilled to serve
my neighbors.
Toughen my feet
whose soles are too soft
to walk upon the places
where there is broken glass and needles.
I confess my afflictions
to the God of the afflicted - rescue me.
Amen.
1 comment:
I love how you flipped the roles here. Scary to think about the times when God might not be on your side of things.
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