¨He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted...
to comfort all who mourn...to provide for those who grieve...
bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair. ¨
In the midst of this pain, Lord,
Make me attentive.
Attentive to unexpected beauty.
Help me to see it, to perceive it.
Let me be in synch
with the Spirit´s redemptive craftsmanship
against this backdrop of tragedy.
A backdrop of ugly rawness,
painful memories & the smoldering of death.
You say You will bring beauty -
Beauty from the ashes of death,
from the ashes of mourning...
You say You can transform even that.
So let me discern, O Lord,
this promised artistry.
Let me participate in its unfolding,
delight in its telling,
take comfort in its transforming blessing.
Grace my head, O King,
with the garland of beauty.
Grace my heart & life
with restored joy,
with dancing and song.
Make me attentive, Lord,
to the beauty.
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