by Lisa Basarab
A broken man with joints to rend
Jesus mend me
Bloodied head, no pride to bend
Jesus mend me
Thirsting in a hollow grip
Jesus mend me
Harrowed arms, no more to strip
Jesus mend me
Spirit struck and body gashed
Jesus mend me
Why do I deserve this lash?
Jesus mend me
Scarred and holed, impaled in hate
Jesus mend me
None to hide, a scarecrow staked
Jesus mend me
Given all, no more to glean
Jesus mend me
Lift me now to places clean
Jesus mend me.
