An Alliterative Acrostic.
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Holy One, wash me.
My mind, my eyes, my tongue, my ears.
…Unravel my mind, Wonder Worker. Unfasten my skull’s cap and wash out of me every wicked thought and crooked conception. Wash me, wring me, restore me, remind me. Upright my mind’s meanderings. Uproot my will’s wanderings. And anchor me again - weld my wit to your word and wrestle my wishes to your way. Dislocate and relocate, once again, my weary hopes and my wildest dreams.
…Unblind my eyes, Almighty Father. Animate my soul’s sight. Awaken the awareness of my inadequacy, but also of your acceptance. Arrest my vision. Abide with me. Anoint my drooping head again. And if in alleviating my scaly eyes you must agitate them, then grant me the audacity to acknowledge the affection of your aggression. And if in seeing more accurately I might better break the alabaster jar of my affection upon your feet, then agitate me now, I ask.
…Untwist my tongue, Saving Son. From wicked words. And fruitless phrases. And sinful sentences. Slacken it to speak the story of salvation and to sing spiritual songs again. And to slash at the sluggishness of your Saints. And to slay the serpent’s servants. Steal my swaying speech and sanctify this sinful spout.
…Uncork my ears, Holy Spirit. Though I am hard of hearing, don’t give up on me. Hush me long enough to hear you again. Overhaul my heart and haul out the hubris that hinders me from honoring your words. Heal your handiwork. Hurt me if you must, but heal me. Dissect me ear-to-ear that you might inject heaven’s happy harmonies.