The Broken


The Broken 

copyright 2011-2018 Deedra Mosley  All rights reserved  

Here lies a shattered box with a broken candle inside.

The candle am I who cries out:

I shall not die this way!

I shall not die this way!

I shall not die this way!

Lo thy hands so kind and genital dear God,

lift me high and trim me nigh;

Set thy candle a blaze held into the darkness I cry:

I shall die this way!

I shall die this way!

I shall die this way!

Burning blazing I proclaim Thy Holy Name,

Christ Jesus my Savior You are my King and the Son of the Living God Thy be!

With mine flame burning once more to my end;

I cry out as I die one last time:

I shall live this way!

I shall live this way!

I shall live this way!

Mine candle is spent but lo what is this! A burning roaring fire does all see, as you see my Christ in me! One with the King am I now today and living still I cry out:

I am truly alive today!

I am truly alive today!

I am truly alive today!

For in Christ I live beyond this broken state you see. He died and did so much more for me. A broken candle no more you see but a fire of anew that is me.

 

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