missio

When I first started following Jesus, I would write psalms as an act of spiritual discipline. I have since forgotten this practice…until today. I was sitting in Starbucks and I just started to write. Here’s what came out:

Why must I be thrown at the feet of Your mercy?
          Can I not bow on my own?
No, indeed I cannot. Remind me, Lord, of Your
          good favor.
Bring to memory what You have delivered
          me from.
Call forth thoughts of yesterday from within
          the very depths of my being.
Pierce my thoughts with the sharpened arrows
          of Your abounding grace.
For You, my Redeemer, have brought me to my
          knees.
I did not come on my own. I was bade,
          yet I did not come.
I spit in the beckoning hand, yet it
          remained open…until at last…
Your hand clutched at my heart, wrenching
          it as dirty laundry.
Where I was once blind…I saw.
     And to my knees I fell.
          At last.

Thoughts?