“My soul is strong, and stronger every day. Lay it down and pick it up on the way.”
My heart is raw, my hands are wide open;
Yes, I’m broken, but I’m willing to learn.
Take all of you, not me, and pour it in
deep in my soul and let the fires burn.
My soul is raw, so my mouth remains closed.
The less of me, then the more I am free;
Free to receive all from the One that knows;
knows me by my name and calls me to be.
My body is raw and always fading.
And I know that it won’t last forever.
One day, a new one will be given me
from my Redeemer and one life Giver.
My soul is strong, and stronger every day.
Lay it down and pick it up on the way.
Friends, this is a very special post to me because it comes deep from my soul. I know I haven’t been posting often lately. But I hope everyone is my community is still around to read!
If you like this post, please click here and check out the few short few verses about death from the Book of Job that inspired this post. Also check out the original version of this remixed post, “Raw Story.”
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