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You know me and you love me

even in the darkness of my fear,

you are close and you are calling

even in my wretched gut-despair,

you know me and you love me

and you ache to make me whole,

you take my million broken pieces

and mould them into one,

you weave my light against my shadow

braiding lines of beauty, threads of grace,

till each scar is like stigmata

a jagged lightening trace,

revealing all that's hidden

all I could not face,

for you use my shards of weeping

as you build your masterpiece,

drawing real self out of darkness

to stand in sacred space,

each piece of love

and pain and failure

held by holy scars

till I be-come

like you:

a wounded

healer

with broken

hands;

the breath of God

in flesh of man.

[Kristin Jack is the Asia Coordinator of Servants. He and his family lived in Cambodia for 17 years. A book of his poetry, entitled 'Poetry and Prophecy' is available from Servants.]