I am wounded and my sin is penetrating my soul like a bullet
Bleeding and trying to stop the pain that sin has caused me; using something that was dirty
I didn’t think I had much longer because I only had a minute before my life was altered
I didn’t want you to fix the source of my pain because it would mean you would have to reopen the wound to pour your cleansing blood upon me, on the cross bleeding, hurting, and wounded for my sake
I wanted to ask you to take the pain away but I didn’t want to listen to the answer you told me that you would help me heal.

I was shocked by your answer, once believing that my God would hurt me
I learned to cling to what was true, then I heard you tell me all I want is you
Thought I had my life figured out then it would take a deadly turn
Only to bring me to my knees and then I heard you yearn
I thought it was because you were in pain, I couldn’t even imagine that the tears you were crying were not yours but rather saw my own.

You told me that you’ll fight the fight with me. Didn’t understand the meaning of believing without seeing, when I get discouraged I hear my commander say “I am right here beside you”. I told you I had been shot and wounded, you somehow understood and felt my pain. When tears filled my eyes I saw that you were weeping, because I was hurting. You whispered words that have changed me “I love you my child” as you gently hold me. You have given me a future and forgotten what has past.

Inspired by Mark Schultz’s song Letters from war