Sting Sting Sting Press me down If you can Make me disappear Underneath the clods Forget me, that I even exist Remain at ease Take this blanket I call it false security Be wrapped in its warmth Till the next pressure comes Then it squeezes Suffocates Remember me?! Your dear wound You felt my sting I’m still here Down beneath The layers of your cleverness So long as there is life And you struggle against your Lord’s death For I am here with you Till death do us part— The death of the cross Would be my only defeat And so I remain here Stinging Stinging Stinging Singing my song of sensitivity I won’t let you forget
The Dirge of the Wound
Oh! What is this I see?! A strong wood Hammering down on me Deeper Deeper Ever deeper Are you trying to uproot me?! I’m your wound! Do not let yourself forget! Oh! What is this I see?! This wood releasing blood The Divine Blood of your Savior It flows and slowly Washes me away But I’m your wound! I’m your sting! Do not let yourself forget! All the wrongs and hurts against you Remember I have them numbered! Remember your rights?! Your ego, your glory?! What about your position?! Your honor, your place?!
Alas, the blood suffocates me, I who was your sting Liberated from my grip You are indeed coming to be Released from my chains I can no longer sting Sting Sting I was your wound Now put to death No longer to exist Neither beneath the clods Nor ever in your land You have married your land— Beulah they call it— To your Beloved Savior My only fear and defeat
Now I tell a story For me it was of defeat Yet for you: Freedom, they call it I know no such thing For freedom cannot exist Where I fester and sting Sting Sting
The Song of the Redeemed
Oh stinging wound Let me now tell you For a time I was deceived For you are clever Like your cunning master But my Master and Savior He is the Victor He knows no defeat And in Him I abide Choosing to face you With His mighty cross Hammer Hammer Hammer O cross Ever deeper into my inner land Here these evil weeds Do not belong My enemy has no place in me For I am redeemed You have purchased my land And it You are cleansing Weeding out the vices Every evil root Till You indeed make me Holy and pure A land likened to Paradise Where You love to dwell For I am my Beloved’s And my Beloved is mine.1
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