Wednesday in the Third Week of Lent
Deuteronomy 4: 5-9
What other great nation
has a God so near to it
as the Lord our God is
I call to mind that Taize chant
See, I am near, says the Lord
See, I make all things new
There was a time
when the thought of the Lord
being THAT near was a clear encroachment!
It is the experience of my some-things being made new
My some-things that ever fall short of my dignity
My some-things seen and lamented
But ultimately transformed
I just slightly turn my gaze
and I find myself face to face with Mercy
Me:
It doesn’t frighten me
It doesn’t frighten me
That you see the all of me
It is now to me like taking in a deep breath
And resting in place
Refusing to hide
I know
I know
I did it again
Don’t you ever tire of making me new?
Don’t you ever tire of making me new?
God:
Daughter, It is what I am made of
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