intercessor


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

limp

lowered into Your lap now

my strength is gone

but Yours for now

will hold me where I need to be

and witness what I ought to see

the light is dim

becoming dark

but You are here

on land

my ark

a refuge

taking all who must

depend on what I do their trust

when not fulfilled by me

is Yours

and Your embrace

as grace forth pours

surrounding, filling, soaking in

the peace of bliss that blots out sin

my mortal strength is not their need

but spirit, fagged, You intercede

support and cover outstretched hands

so full away one walks who stands

in supplication

for Your touch

so mends the bone

and falls the crutch

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