Strike the
iron and split creations seed,
with force
and power that divides, build the
ship that
will herald the breath of promise.
Hammer the
nails without restraint, drive them
home, tear
into ancient veins wrought by time,
Join each
worked piece into redemptions frame.
Silent falls
the beating rain, drops of wrath
drip down as
divine grief greets mankind, in
a gradual
dance of agony and pain.
Tainted flesh
is swept away engulfed, in
a stream of judgment,
the heart of anguish
slowly
bleeds, mercy poured out from heaven.
Crucify the
plan with hate and lies, nail
his bruised
and bleeding body to the tree
made with
sweat into the shape of a cross.
Hung in
contempt and polluted with sin,
a harvest of
pain hidden within flesh,
drowning in
a flood of eternal wrath.
The eradication
of sins stain, the
final nail
driven into a willing soul,
to defeat
all that malice held sacred.
Rescued from
the poured out anger, granted
life where
once was death, a triumph of the
grace given
to the undeserving victim.
I like this. It's complicated and makes you slow down and read it again ....
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I don't mean to be too personal, but I notice you write most frequently songs of praise and gratitude in your poetry.
ReplyDeleteDo you ever feel the burden of your humanity? Do you struggle with picking up your own cross to bear? Do you battle that seed within you that rises in defiance of Him who loves you? Temptation? Despair? the dark night of the soul?
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