Cut your locks of depression,
Peel back your armor of self protection,
embrace joy, smile satisfaction,
run from the cynical tomb
and succumb to the seed.
The real death to self,
Finally free.
O David's branch springing
Rod of Jesse;
You measure up
Take off the badge of ‘passed over’
You are not a Leftover
Once and again, forgive their trespasses.
I pray for you with Aaron’s words,
the Lord bless you
and keep you
make his face to shine upon you
Lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.
Bless your offering as a beloved son:
Heal your pain
Remove your shame
Become fully alive
Boldly pursuing, destiny-fulfilling
Singing the songs of Heaven’s Son.
