Wrestling Lazarus’ Children

Am I falling?
Or
Have I learned to fly?

Has the dark night passed?
Am I dreaming?
Or
Have I been awakened?

What have I become?
I suppose we all will see.

I hope against hope for more than I’ve seen.
Can I be the Spirit I’m longing to be?

Jesus use me
Teach me to walk on water
Even if it’s just a few steps

You sheltered me under your shadow
You hid me like a jealous man

My days slip like-wind
My end draws closer
Please O Lord ‘this time’
Allow me to win
Allow me to win for the poor, the oppressed, the naked, those who bear the weight of humanity’s sin.