“As I Lay Wounded From My Injuries” My Day of Reflection

As I lay wounded from my injuries’ on the cold black rainy surface.  A leg broken, still in place, one half removed during grace. My father heard me cry.  And I say, father what do you need of me.  I have taken far too long since I first heard your voice and you called my name.  Father I have changed and you have remained the same with me.  The enemy has asked permission to try a finish his mission.  I’m ready, father no more excuses, I’m ready, father I am true to this, Father I am not new to this, father I’m ready,  A man I did not know said Mr. B, I have to remove your leg All I said was go ahead, I did not care or worry about my flesh. As he put me to sleep, and you held my hand As a father would do for his lost sheep, Or a child who has fallen to sleep Father I now you will you use me, and my injury Others need to hear from me, as I tell them of your goodness, to me.I’m ready, father no more excuses, I’m ready.