Fragile Soul

So Jacob lay his head upon a stone,
the cowboys for a pillow used a saddle,
I broke my wrist--how weak became the bone,
are we as fragile for a spiritual battle?

I lay my bandaged arm upon a pillow,
where do I gently rest my broken soul?
A broken heart can spring back like a willow,
but sins that break a soul take greater toll.

I use God’s special salve for it to heal,
I need a spiritual ointment from above,
for His forgiveness, my contrition real,
confession, mercy sought with mutual love.

From sin, my fragile soul so easy breaks,
the cure, Your kindness, Lord, is all it takes.

                      -- by Pete Voelz       7/11/13