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**Decay Invades My Bones **
There’s an inauspicious title for us all to mull over. Is it a complaint about lupus or osteoporosis? Is it the cry of someone reaching for a metaphor that will somehow answer to the despair that has overtaken him? Is it just a (slightly tedious) bit of hyperbole?
Its candidacy for any of these options would be eminently plausible, but as it happens, it is none of the above. The grisly picture is evoked by the author of the line—not, oddly enough, by way of complaint, much less of self-pity, but rather as an effort to get through to us the intensity of his reaction to the sight of God’s coming to the aid of His people. “You tread the sea with your steeds amid the churning of the deep waters. I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones.”
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**Decay Invades My Bones **
There’s an inauspicious title for us all to mull over. Is it a complaint about lupus or osteoporosis? Is it the cry of someone reaching for a metaphor that will somehow answer to the despair that has overtaken him? Is it just a (slightly tedious) bit of hyperbole?
Its candidacy for any of these options would be eminently plausible, but as it happens, it is none of the above. The grisly picture is evoked by the author of the line—not, oddly enough, by way of complaint, much less of self-pity, but rather as an effort to get through to us the intensity of his reaction to the sight of God’s coming to the aid of His people. “You tread the sea with your steeds amid the churning of the deep waters. I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones.”
Read the rest here…