Heavy through my body.
Pummeled but hopeful.
Turn my heart toward Your statutes and not toward selfish gain.
Turn my eyes away from worthless things (Psalm 119:36-37).
The still and silent contender speaks words like bullets punch the air, soft yet with weight enough to run me though.
My soul, wait in silence (Psalm 130:5).
Now my heart is troubled and what shall I say?
Father save me from this hour?
No, it was for this very reason that I came (John 12:27).
The shadows of the valley, light eclipsed and unseen, yet existent even inside myself.
Do not be afraid; only believe.
Glory's strength never scathed me like that.
I'm at a loss for even contemplation.
Only awe and the prospect of distant possibilities.
But for now, since I cannot see let the Spirit's plea inside my mind (heart) radiate.
"Father glorify Your name" (John 12:28).
But for now, since I cannot hear (see), let the aching flesh be silent, still, and wait.
And I reach my hands underneath the faucet, turned clockwise to its end, and I hold my dirty hands under for a drip.
