Look! He has called me back from death.
The eyes of flinty rock that once looked upon flesh
are now sparkling sapphires peering into the spirit.
The dry and listless hair of one dying
has become strands of black opals, burnished to a shine.
The ears of concrete that were hard and unhearing
have become channels of glittering emeralds,
accommodating every righteous sound.
The skin, cracked and bleeding,
the skin of one tempted and then crushed by Satan,
has become the smoothest alabaster,
whiter than snow and blinding to look upon
in the light of day.
On the wings of eagles He carried a broken man
and has remade me into something beautiful.
He commands the sons of the ravens to come to me,
bringing me my food,
and I do not send them off
until I have bathed and preened them.
Jehovah has called me to Him,
and I have answered,
and He has removed the veil from my heart.
Now I reflect His glory, more and more by the day,
and the ravens, the eagles, and all the birds of heaven
congregate around me, singing their joy at my healing
and giving praise to God.
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