Monday, September 15, 2014

A Prayer of the Morbidly Afflicted on Psych Ward 243b , Addressed to Her Suffering Servant

So I pled through my anguish and my tears,
"For Your Name's sake,  O LORD, preserve my life!
In Your Righteousness, bring my soul out of trouble!
And in Your steadfast Love,  You will cut off my enemies.
And  You will destroy all the adversaries of my soul,
for I am your servant."  (Ps 143:11, 12)
... And the LORD visited me past the locked door,
and bidst me again to come and receive;
And in so doing, He smiled and said to me:
"My dear child, I have ... as I promised, times ago;
'It is finished,' once and for all,
for lo, I AM your servant."

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