Our Good God,
You are the God we know by many names:
And we find ourselves aching for these names to be our reality because
as we lay our heads down to rest, our minds can do anything but.
The sickness in our souls – the grief, the pain, the fear, the shame –
lies awake with us in the loneliness of midnight.
When we talk, walk, eat, and study
There are moments
when our minds
Our defenses are shoddy and our resilience waves like a tattered white flag.
We find ourselves asking
Is there a balm for these wounds?
Is there a cure?
We’ve heard that some call You by another name.
On thin, aging pages we read of distance lands long ago
and how some call You
the Great Physician.
And we’re wondering….
Could it be true?
If so, might is be so with us?
If there is a way, Yahweh, would You add to our knowing of You this Self
Press this new name off our lips in waking anticipation.
And, in doing so, would You be Your Self with us again
Won’t You heal us.