I have been wounded by Him in the night,
I have contended with Him,
and He has blessed me.
Now I go through my days,
wounded and limping with His blessing upon me.
I have been forgiven and healed
from my struggle against God;
readily forgiven,
for there was nothing ever in His strong arms
but love for me.
But to be touched by the love of God
is fire.
And nothing on earth can fill the space
that He has burned away.
I have been healed, but not entirely,
not yet.
Instead I have been sent into the world
to limp through all my days
with the mark of the fire of His mercy upon me.
For He wants the world to know His mercy.
