Shunned At A Funeral - Bethesda

I am lying by the waters edge again
Counting years like scars
Upon the stone
Watching bodies rise and walk
Away healed
While my a keeps teaching me
To cry
I've memorized the sound of waiting
Learn the shape of hope deferred
Every ripple marks my ask
Every silence feels unheard
If healing's only
For the fastest hands, then
What becomes of those who can't stand so
I cry out
For not for the chance but for the word creation
For the makes me stand.
I don't need
To make me again
I've been crawling through my own reflection like
I run every failure
Stitched into my breathing.
Every foul undone.
I have tried to baptize myself in hope.
Tried to wash with borrowed faith.
But all the water in this broken
World cannot cleanse this way
Mercy waits for perfect timing and
I am lost inside the light so
I cry out
For the shing
I don't need the pool to save me.
I need the blood that makes me clean.
Lord of the best heal my heart
You didn't ask me if
I believed
And music in
You didn't measure strength or and music] will
You stepped into my brokenness and love me where
I wasted
The waters were only ever
Pointing to the day you take my place
When healing flowed from open
Hands and mercy warm my pain.
You are
Not bound to trouble waters.
You
Are not waiting on a side.
You
Are the resurrection standing in the ruin of my life.
Lord
Lord of Fest
Lord of wounds and empty
Graves, crucified and risen
Savior, you
Alone have power save.
Let
Your healing river find me.
Let
It wash me.
Let it stay.
Lord
Of the business, make me
Lord of the desert
I need you