Read by Peter Kirk
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Lord, prune away the deadwood
And the suckers that sap my strength.
I’m a long and leggy plant
Growing every direction at once.
Blossoms of holy fruit burst out,
Then dry and die.
Sweet spiritual fruit like tiny berries grow
And no one can taste them for the thorns.
Stickers and brambles and briars and thorns
Form a barrier to all that you’re cultivating in me.
Whack them back.
I feel a spiritual Spring surging in me.
May those who bump into me
Be showered with fruit
Not pricked with thorns.
Graft your goodness on this grumpy stump.
Yet another visually vivid Cyber Psalm. My heart was joined in prayer as I read it.
The last sentence especially moved my heart. Then, I went cerebral and got confused trying to sort out the theology (which way the grafting goes…) I think I’ll stick with it being a very accurate and beautiful expression of my heart’s cry and how I feel sometimes.
Thanks for posting these each week.
You know when you graft a branch on to a stump it is the fruit of the branch that is produced. That has seemed backwards to me (we had a sermon on this last Sunday) but when you think about it maybe it makes sense.
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