Draw Upon Me Ashes

Draw Upon Me Ashes

Imprint upon me, Prince of Peace,
this foundling’s lost identity.
Draw me in to growth again,
to live,
and die eternally.

This dance of grace,
this tug-of-war,
this falling and alighting here.
This swift embrace,
this sackcloth coarse,
these ashes of another year.

Draw upon me mournful death
of all that lives to turn from you.

Draw upon me joyful song
of violently recoiling fear.

Draw upon me, brother mine,
it’s all that I can do…
to fall,
and weep,
and thence recall,
my greatest joy…
my greatest fall…
still rises when I draw upon you.

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