Let my wounds fall from me,
I lay them at your feet.
I shed this old skin,
Make me tender and clean.
Soften all the hard spots of my heart & my mind,
Fill me, lead me, let my life shine.
He dug down deep, the claws unsheathed. I wondered at the blood. Was this a mortal wound? Could I be made whole? I yelped in pain, the claws receded, all velvet soft. I sing the barren woman as He enlarges my heart.
(Is. 54, the promise)