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