Please Finish the Work
When you found me,
You took my words
And body
And intellect
And recreated them.
I am grateful.
Then you saw the anger,
The love of things,
The use of people.
You took these, too,
And gave me a kind of peace.
I am grateful.
But now you have come
To my pure heart
That loves you,
And I am surprised
Because you say it does not.
Instead, you have found it
Surrounded by envy,
Vanity, jealousy and anger.
When you cut through these,
Pride flowed out
And my disease was exposed.
Now I am here
With my heart open
But not healed.
I cannot bear my own stench
And I cannot
Put everything back
And pretend to be well
Because I have seen my guts
And I cannot bear it.
I cannot live like this,
And I cannot go back.
Please finish the work
You have begun.
I can go nowhere else
And no one else can help me.
My heart is breaking
With disgust and revulsion
At my own wretchedness.
Pity me, Lord Jesus
Son of David.