B"H

Adonai, You lift me up to Your altar as a living sacrifice,
And in fiery pain the dross is burned away.
You turn the ashes into beauty,
Give me joy for sorrow,
Make the bitterness sweet.
You transform my weakness into strength,
My fears into faith.
My heartbreak becomes brokenness—
I surrender to You,
Falling back into Your loving arms.
You tear down my self-built walls
To use as stepping stones to ascend to You.
And the pain becomes empathy and compassion
Such as would never have been possible before.
Joy tenderly shines through my sadness,
Sunshine through the rain’s tears,
Creating a rainbow to smile into the world.



Deep calls to deep
From the depths of Your heart
Your call to mine
Beckoning me to hear... to know
Your voice of Truth... of Love
To be immersed in all You are
The purity of Your waters
Surrounding my being
Washing me clean



I open my heart
I open my hand
I behold Your face

Each coin is a scale
On my spiritual mail
Armor against the enemy

Chesed clothes my soul
In garments of supernal light
Royal robes to wear before my king

~Miriam~


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