Psalm 3

You – Your Word came

That living sword that pierces,

Slices with a blade so quick,

So pure honed that it draws no pain –

At first – but then the spirit and soul divided –

The joint and marrow separate – the pain comes,

Spirit and soul set at enmity, this cross I bear.

You – Word-speaker – Sword-wielder –

In silence You put me out of joint –

You baptize, You anoint, with fire and not with water –

We burn and can do no other.