Heavy through my body.    Pummeled but hopeful.    Turn my heart toward Your statutes and not toward selfish gain.    Turn my eyes away from worthless things (Psalm 119:36-37).    The still and silent contender speaks words like bullets punch the air,   soft yet with weight enough to run me though.    My soul, wait in silence (Psalm 130:5).   Now my heart is troubled and what shall I say?    Father save me from this hour?    No, it was for this very reason that I came (John 12:27).    The shadows of the valley, light eclipsed and unseen,    yet existent even inside myself.    Do not be afraid; only believe.    Glory's strength never scathed me like that.    I'm at a loss for even contemplation.   Only awe and the prospect of distant possibilities.    But for now, since I cannot see let the Spirit's plea    Inside my mind (heart) radiate.    "Father glorify Your name" (John 12:28).    But for now, since I cannot hear (see),    let the aching flesh be silent, still, and wait.    And I reach my hands underneath the faucet,   turned clockwise to its end, and I hold my dirty hands under for a drip.