I need a remembrance.
I need a table in an upper room with bread and a cup sitting as a centerpiece. Where I can leave the parts that have been taken and broken and betrayed — the parts where wounds bleed and bitterness grows– under the table at my feet.
WhereI can bless the wounds and break the bitterness and give thanks for it all and do it in remembrance of Him.
I need a ruin.
I need a cross high up on a hill with salvation pooling below. Where I can leave the parts of me that have been beaten and flogged and accused in its shadow. Where I can be saved not just from sin but from myself.
WhereI can receive the forgiveness He offers me, and offer forgivenessof my own, in remembrance of Him.
I need a resting place.
I need a tomb in the cleft of…
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