Posted in Prayers and the Sacred, The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

A Shriveled Hearted Man

Pastor preaches about the man with the withered hand.
I can’t help but think of how I am,
so many days clenched as tight as a fist,
closed to the Love I too often resist.

Lord, in a world crying out to be free,
a shriveled hearted man I don’t want to be.

Lord, be my Healer, help me understand,
because I don’t want to die a shriveled hearted man.

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