By Richard Mather
I am a body of sin bent beneath the Jerusalem sun.
Sin is in my heart and mouth,
my hair and my breath.
And as I climb this high hill,
sin presses hard on my brain like a tumour
and the world stumbles.
Lord, I have seen Ezekiel’s whirlwind
glowing amber
and wheels within wheels
going in all directions.
I saw the appearance of one
who looks back at me from still waters.
Behold the lamb who is slain at the root,
whose blood is the clay of a new creation.
And as a I climb this road of broken hearts and bones,
I wait for the wheels to turn
and for the waters to part,
and for the lamb to return to its mother.
I am a body of sin hanging beneath the Jerusalem sun.
Sin is in my throat and liver,
my limbs and my eyes.
And now that the final nail has been driven in,
sin burrows deep in my soul like a corkscrew
and the devil rejoices.
Adonai, Adonai, I have seen your face
growing dark
and tears upon tears
falling from the sky.
Do not abandon me
or uncleave your glory from my name.
Behold the lamb who is slain at the root
Whose blood is the stuff of a new kingdom.
And as I give up my holy spirit,
receive me as an offering in your heavenly temple
And forgive those who know not
what they have done or failed to do.
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