Blessed my will to set aside,
Blessed in hunger and in thirst
At Your table satisfied.
Blessed Your mercy to impart,
Blessed with sight, now pure in heart.
Blessed the lost to reconcile,
Blessed to be refined in trial.
Blessed, because you loved me first –
You, who were yourself accursed,
You who bore my guilt and shame,
Who for me a curse became.
You, though cursed (how can this be?)
Speak your blessing over me.j. wilkin
9.23.08
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