Fleece me my Lord
Of what I produce
Through sweat of my brow,
The surface veneer of my produce
Weight carried on my back.
You gave me protection
In the cold place,
I grew thick in the winter season,
Deeply enfolded in the dark.
But now I seek the light;
Enlighten me.
Take it now, that earthly gain…
Shear me close with your Holy Sword
That I might be clean
Of the soft grubby fuzz of this world.
Bleach my gift in the Son,
Impurities tease out,
Weave with shaped beauty, till distinct,
Nakedly sacrificially consumable by you,
I lay down my comfort for selfish icy hearts
That they might move towards freedom of the thaw,
Melting in your warmth.
Kittie Carr
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