“I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint…My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.”
Psalm 22:14 & 15
Like water poured out completely.
As a dry dessert.
Your strength gone.
You fall again, as if to the dust
of death.
By your third fall, Lord
give us courage before
our trials, sufferings and pain.
Give us patience to go on.
Help us in our need.
Lift us above our weakness.
Art by Lindsey Leigh - 2006
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