Coughing Up Mud - A Psalm of Rescue

God of Heaven,
Lord of Earth,
You save what you love;
Your hand plunges into the depths,
Into the muck and sludge;
There's no place you won't go
To find what you love.

You have found me there many times,
Soaked in filth, coughing up mud;
Cold, alone, dark, hopeless,

And then you cleansed me,
Though stained beyond recognition;
You cleansed me-
Inside and out.
My old clothes were bunred
And now it's time to shop.

You've made everything new;
Warmth, family, light hope.