A woman weeps over 3 people
who beg for relief.
A skull at their feet looks at them.
For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Then I acknowledged my sin to you, my guilt I covered not. I said, “I confess my faults to the Lord”, and you took away the guilt of my sin.
On the exposed shore
Withering heat rises.
Water my thirst with forgiveness.
Ocean wave of compassion crash,
As it rolls onto the scorched sand.
You are crying.
Step out of the fire,
Come into the light