For Every Wound

And this is what my soul tells me:

For every wound I take, your life will fill the gap. For every time I fall, your love will cover my hurts. In everything I do, I cannot fall if I look to you.

I see my spirit torn and criss-crossed with scars, and yet filling each scar is a golden-glowing bronze, harder than any flesh and impenetrable to the enemy. This is my sacrifice of life to you. This is why I am constantly broken and rebuilt.

When my scars consume me, then I will be your likeness and reflect your glory. For each moment of brokenness, for each moment of surrender, and for each moment of healing I bear marks. You marks will never fade, cannot be pierced, and cannot be removed.

I am almost at that critical place now. What will you do when I'm readied? What will be the message I'm given? How many nations will I cross when I call people out? I see a future full of those - the forcefully awakened - my brothers in life. They will march from the depths, the corners, and the shadows to stand. Am I the awakener, or merely a messenger of change? I bring dreams, but can I bring life?