We are the walking wounded
We wear them like a name tag
We examine them on every side
Alternating numbing the pain
And poking the wound
Putting up walls and calling them boundaries
While shouting offenses
From our tower in the name of accountability
We make Jesus our therapist
And our therapist Jesus
We plead for healing and wholeness
Yet neglect repentance
Restoration through forgiveness
And holiness that leads to life
Because we are the victim
And we are the perpetrator
The same One who binds our wounds
Bears scars on his hands
He bends to hear our cry
From the same mouth the cried “Crucify Him”
By our transgressions
He was wounded
By His wounds
we are healed
Redeemed and Restored
Not cut off but brought near
By the same hands
that bear the wounds