Have I asked for healing or only asked why You haven’t healed me yet?
Well, I’m asking now.
Please wash over me with your healing.
Wash over my hands that I may serve you in my work and words.
Wash over my lungs that I may breathe you in and out.
Wash over my feet that I may walk forward with you.
Wash over my eyes that I may weep tears of grief and tears of joy with equal freedom.
Wash over my lips that I may praise you.
Wash over my ears that I may hear your voice over the lies that tell me I’m not good enough or that I don’t need you.
Wash over my heart that bitterness may melt, joy will grow.
Wash over my brain that I would be engaged with the world, surrendered to you.
Use my wounds.
Use my heartache.
Use my mistaken ways of coping with burnout to your glory.
Come thou fount. Come with your healing. Come with your blessing.