Wound Me Back to You

I kinda like the times I am wounded.

And when I say wounded,

I mean those times where others

have not agreed with me

or I feel hurt about something.

I don't have control

and feel helpless.

Maybe I screwed up 

and clawed at the rocky face

of the mountain on which

I thought I had stood.

And I sit there at the bottom.

The tears fall.

I sit wounded.

And I have to look up.

I have to call out for help.

I've fallen and need you 

so desperately

because I can't get up.

I used to have all the answers.

So I just simply stood my ground

and set my face against 

whatever came.

I was invincible.

How dare you come at me

or tell me anything.

I would never let you wound me.

Now things have changed.

Push me off my mountain

that I created by my pride.

Shove me, and may I fall

clear down to the bottom.

So I can cry to Jesus

and desperately need His help.

I am liking this place

way better than my mountaintop 

where I needed no one.

I find you here.

I enjoy your Presence here.

I need you here.

Your wisdom is here.

Your discipline is here.

I am realizing that I never once 

fell to the bottom.

I fell into your Everlasting arms

where you carried me.

May I never leave again.

Destroy all my pride.

Level those high places.

Break down those walls

and every chain.

Wound me,

again and again.