Christian Medical Facility

Come, Lord, heal, Lord

May your purpose alone prevail and stand

-Stephen Pursell, 3/19/03, written as a prophetic blessing for CMF/Vacavillle, a state prison in California, USA where I was incarcerated for over 3 years and where the majority of the poems on this site were written

Where men will find their one true Father

And receive the Life for which they were made

And make this place as you have wished

That you will come to claim your own

Ever you have been watching

For you have always cared for them

Though rejected my the norm

Not forgotten

But valued in your heart beyond description

Thrown away, unwanted by the 'good'

That these are precious treasures in your coffers

Showing the 'wise' that you have always seen

And confound the world that is watching

May it shine ever so brightly for you

To help, not hurt the ones who come

This pace is called to show your purpose

A return to what you always had in mind

A birthing of your the for broken children

Your life's blood flowing over the wounds

Come, Lord, heal, Lord

Before the enemy's invasion

Before the injury to this land

Your plans, your original design

Reveal oh God, your purpose for this place

Bring your Kingdom here Lord

A home for lost souls

A rescue operation

A safety for the falling

A shelter for the broken

A shining beacon, a healing home

A great with building, a lighthouse of hope