Rebirthing

Fingers rub away at skin
But you can’t get free from
What’s in so deep
That it cracks through your soul.

There is death that clogs every pore
That leaks from our eyes like tears
That trails from our fingers like oil slick
That we cannot wash away.

And we all live
Eyes closed
Mouth open
Hands outstretched to grab.

You changed that all
Withering us till there was nothing left
Then drowning us in Your grace
Till we emerged, alive from death.

You wrapped us in your festal robes
And drenched us with the priceless fragrance
Promising that it would be
Life to those who knew it.

Fingers trace a new mark
You can’t get free from
What’s in so deep
That it binds your soul to your Maker.