Oh tattered knots that twist and rise
Then fall again and draw our eyes
Away from truth and into lies
From things we love to what's despised
The pebbled masses pull and pull
Relentless as a raging bull
Deplete and empty what was full
My senses failed, my efforts null
Awake my soul and cling to Christ
Who alone brings truth, the Source of light
Who loosens what once was so tight
Who twists and straightens and makes things right
Oh happy mess which helped me see
That I cannot rely on me
My source of strength alone shall be
In Christ, Whose truth will set me free
Mary undoer of knots, pray for us.
"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" (Matthew 6:26)
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