The Psalm of My Heart

 

Yesterday, I invited you to write a Psalm, so it seems only fair that I share mine with you.

 

Sacred seamstress who weaves together the fabric of life;

          Sewing God, who tends the tears and ruptures of life;

Mend my life, which feels full of holes and rips and ruptures beyond repair.

I cry to You, O God, for the ways we cling to violence that only begets more violence.

Why, O God, do we not trust Your love as our national policy?

Why, O God, do we claim to follow Christ as our golden ticket to heaven, but not when it comes to our budgets personally or communally or especially nationally?

Why, O God, do we treat Your beloved as less than created in Your image and laugh at people’s cruel nicknames?

Have You, O God, read the paper?

Let Your treads of holy love interrupt, disrupt, and disorient us, O God, like a tilt-a-whirl.

As You did in the time of Exodus, lead us out of a land of oppression.

As You did in the time of Exile, help us see fully the brokenness of humanity.

As You did in Jesus, help us be honest that we still crucify each other verbally and physically.

Let Your resurrecting ways rupture our life like when the angel kicked the stone away from the tomb on Easter.

Let Your unending hymn edge out the melodies of fear and frustration that too often are the radio stations of our souls.

Let Your grace, love, justice, peace, joy, and healing hope author another story, be woven into the garment of life that I wear in the world.

Sew in my soul, Your colorful threads.

Sew in my soul, Your grace to be lived through me.

Sew in my soul, Your faithful fabric that is a new outfit for me this day.

Let my life be tied to You, O God, who is my transforming tailor every day.  Alleluia and Amen.