Your handiwork

Your handiwork                                                                                        
 
Sew me up, my open wounds,
if it be Your will; staunch the flow,
 
so others, not repulsed, might come near enough
to view Your handiwork and marvel –
 
see me emptied out; You shiningly
apparent through my threadbare coat.
 
Now that You’ve changed me inwardly,
darkness to light; bitterness to balm,
 
let it manifest outwardly, if it be Your will,
yet only to glorify You.  Let them witness
 
my candle dwindling, the flame You lit
yielding to the one light of Your elemental sun.
 
O child of God, bow at His feet
never to rise again.