Anoint my head with ashes, not with oil,
for God will touch the ashes of the urn,
and beauty of the branches will return
abiding in the Vine, and none will spoil
the tender grape once growing in good soil
nor gather up this withered branch to burn
if I will pray, and seek His face, and turn
toward the Vine, and let my Husband toil.
I turn toward the tree and burning flame,
but graft Your garments to my nakedness,
that I may lift up praises to Your Name,
and worship in the beauty of Your holiness.
You have endured the Cross to take my shame.
Now dress me as Your tree of righteousness.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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