Sanctifying Surgeon
A Poem
Pierce my heart with your razor-point needle
The double-edged Word
Draw out the foul humour
the tainted green ichor
That magnifies their splintered eyes
And hides this deadly plank of mine.
Pierce me with your syringe needle
that holy sliver nail
Draw out my hypocrisy
And transfuse it with your blood.
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Let this alter be the operating table
Where the old man is carved out
Sharp and beautiful.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing! So many metaphors can be used to describe the life of sanctification.
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner!