Between Two Ribs
that spear was cast,
a deadly blow,
an icy blast.
The Warmth of life
came streaming forth
then, earth to mud,
a Balm ….
Of endless worth.
Wounded, wounded glory,
poured out upon the earth.
Wounded, healing glory,
giving death a chance
….. at Birth.
This mud, the Balm of galilee,
placed on our driftwood hearts
gives Life, a newborn pulse,
We cry ….
To find our breath.
Wounded, wounded glory,
poured out upon the earth.
Wounded, healing glory,
giving death a chance
…. at Birth.
Draw to that place
of barren earth,
where sinners weep,
their tears to birth
A garden ….
Rich with life,
Its source….
Our savior’s strife.
Wounded, wounded glory,
poured out upon the earth.
Wounded, healing glory,
giving death a chance
….. at Birth.
Incline yourself
‘neath this dead tree,
at the feet of our
murdered savior.
Baptized at death, but yet,
…. with Life,
we’re cleansed to find
God’s favour.
Wounded, wounded glory,
poured out upon the earth.
Wounded, healing glory,
giving death a chance
….. at Birth.
SUSAN CUMMINGS is an elder at Western Boulevard Church in Raleigh, N.C., and is an M.Div. student at Shaw University Divinity School in Raleigh.
