This clay jar was broken open long ago.
Hurt, humiliated, knocked back, and beaten.
Exhausted, and care-worn;
This jar is empty.
It’s empty, and out of control.
And desperately seeks to be filled.
With bated breath, it seeks fulfilment
Through words, through thoughts, through doing.
Through ceaseless doing.
Take back control, God.
I surrender my all to You.
Take my pen, and with it, take control of me.
Rein me in; reign in me.
God, let me breathe again
As in this space, I cling fast to You.
Let me breathe deep, and rest;
Rest in Your perfect, fulfilling peace.
22nd November, 2013
Inclusive Liturgies Workshop,
URC Windermere Centre