The stone itself will soon be rolled away,
I wait in patience, all expectantly,
Firm on this rock above the miry clay
Where he has set me in his loving mercy.
I sing my psalm in Christ who sings in me,
A new song made in his Love’s mystery:
‘Your wondrous works all rise like wings in me
And lift my heart to praise. I hear your call,
The simple call of Love: Oh come to me,
Bring me no gifts, for I have made them all,
Just bring yourself, and open up your heart.
And so I come to you and bring you all,
All that I am and have been; joy and hurt,
Glory and shame, I bring you everything,
That you might make me whole in every part.
--Malcolm Guite (1954- ), English poet, priest, musician, theologian, and songwriter, from his Psalm series
Scripture Reference: Psalm 40