Lord, You pass over us,

        before we even realize it.

        You are transforming Yourself,

        before we notice it.

     — from the Book of Job


–Adam Bittleston

Upon the temple of our body

Worked through the ages

The servants of God

Mighty spiritual creators.

This is now my dwelling;

But it is darkened

By the power of tempters

To whom my soul has listened.

O Christ, against Thee

The voice of temptation

Could achieve nothing.

Thou art the healer

For all our sickness.

Work in this body

That all of its elements,

Its warmth and its breath

Its quickening blood,

The bones which sustain

The form which God gave

Be hallowed by Thee.


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