A Sunday Doxology
“We are the world…
we are saving our own lives,”
they sang once upon a time,
but here we are still
fractured, aching, broken,
bruised, twisted, strained
because we’ve never been good
at saving ourselves.
You didn’t save yourself either.
You suffered and sacrificed
to save us:
pierced, crushed, oppressed, afflicted,
your wounds — our healing.
All praise to you who knows our pain.
All praise to you, the One who heals.
