The axe is lying at the root of the trees…
The one who comes after me
has their winnowing fork in their hand,
and they will clear the threshing floor
and will gather their wheat into the granary,
but burn the chaff with unquenchable fire.
—Matthew 3.12
O my Redeemer,
I can’t rid myself of these sins,
my wayward wants and hates and fears,
my killing habits, my unloving ways,
these growths that strangle me.
With all your merciful strength
take up your axe of grace,
and prune the branches of my heart.
Bring, muscled, to my gathered being
your winnowing fork.
Thresh the grain of my life.
Save all that is good and all that is blessed.
And all that is deadly, all that robs,
all that weighs without fruit, carry off and burn
in the mercy of your unquenchable fire.
By your welcome grace take from me
what I haven’t the power to do away with.
Relieve me of what I, enthralled, still cling to.
Come, liberating axe, dear winnowing fork,
have at me, and set me free.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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