Writers 
When brokenness fawns at the tender side of my broken self,
Lead me through the tapestry where Your glory in its embrace abounds, so that I will not fall back to my past, a place I was bound.
Let my knees be bent as I mumble words that make for the forging of my soul.
Let the cry of a new beginning thrive through the convictions of my heart as I journey into deeper measures, like a pilgrim in search of eternity.
Let me journey through this emptiness, led by Your Spirit in its quiet whispers, as I make waves from the valleys of the dead to the mountains of Zion, where deliverance is unhindered.
Let this hunger stirs up the joy that will make me drink from the wells of salvation, the fountain of life that clearly expresses redemption.
Let this love for You not be dried up by the ambiguity of my past again, but let this feeling that stands before me be the reason for my change, as I dance through the melody of the words that say I am free and no longer to be chained.
Let the shout of my hallelujah be the sign that mercy met me, and Your truth made way for the freedom that found me.
