You can save me, screamed Hastings Pier, in its brittle, crumbling, burnt-out state
to anyone who would listen.
Now wondrous once more, restored to its original-new identity,
Giving pleasure to many,
space to breathe and to think,
Tonight from my house I hear celebrations as Madness play at the grand re-opening
of our people’s pier.
You can save me, we scream from deep in our crumbling, burnt-out hearts
To anyone who will listen – to God, if he’s there,
Save us from our (self-inflicted) wounds, bring us back to who we are,
Give us space to breathe and think
and give love to many.
Help us find the way to life, as angels celebrate the grand regeneration
of our true identity.
You can save me, I call from the silence of my healing, hurting, burning soul
To Abba, who is love and listens,
Save me from myself, from my broken thoughts, as you have always done,
Give me space to breathe and think
and bring your love to many.
Thank you for saving me, then and now, always restoring me
to my true but sometimes hidden identity,
with you in love.
“But most people are not consciously there yet. They are not ‘saved’ from themselves, which is the only thing we really need to be saved from. They do not yet live out their objective, totally given, and unearned identity, ‘hidden with Christ in God’ (Colossians 3:3)…. For most of us, our own deepest identity is still well hidden from us.”
Richard Rohr, Eager to Love (page 66)
(Wondering what this blog is all about, and who A Child of Grace is?
Thanks! Roger N)