Bent over sorting through inner thoughts,
my energy supports a small limited world,
ingrained purposes paralyze future dreams,
maybe someday something will change.
Your compassion catches sight of me,
You call to me, I come towards Your open arms,
You touch me, instantly I am straightened,
I stand looking into Your accepting eyes.
Self-sorting gives way to revealed truth,
Boundaries disappear to nourish others,
Your purpose shapes an unimagined future,
In an instant, I see from a higher plain.
When I glance down at the trampled ground,
You gently lift my chin, to see your face again.
On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, "Woman, you are set free from your infirmity." Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.