The Blackhole of Surgery

Blackness, piercing darkness

Without light, complete blindness,

A dark abyss seemingly unending

And into that you plunge

Headfirst.

Yes, the time is come

No turning back!

I go into the deep, deep blackness

Tucked under the wing of my Savior.

All is given up to darkness

My thoughts, my breath, my body.

I lie next to death itself

But under the wing of my Savior.

The outcome is unknown

No telling what will be found.

All is given up

No control in the vacuum of the void.

Yet I have read Your Word

That tells me Your right hand will lay hold of me.

In the overwhelming darkness

When even light is night,

You are there.

Darkness and light are alike to You.

You are not hampered by the great abyss.

The darkness is not dark to You,

and the night is as bright as the day.

So I can plunge into the blackest hole,

Because I am under your wing, O Lord . . .

(Psalm 139:10-12)

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