Ears plugged with wax and dirt,
An immobile heart rusted in stone.
Eyes willingly closed, binded, inert,
No desire deep down to the bone.
Melt me, shape me,
mold me, create me.
Drench me with a longing thirst,
For you my cup, cool running river.
Unbind these cursed, parch-sealed lips.
May I drink deeply from the giver.
Open me up to let you in,
cut me with your two edged sword.
Your words and tongue pierce the skin.
I am healed by your Word.
Originally written and posted on October 3, 2012
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