Crimson Expressions

Sweet breath of love

The liberation of heaven

Expression of the father

Beauty in a crimson veil.

Demonstration of love

Mercies beautiful exchange

Captured in silent surrender

Consumed in crimson pain.

Woven melody of love

The silk ribbon of scarlet

Drenched in bounty’s dew

Redeemed by crimson delight.

Grace the colour of love

Overwhelming expanse of mercy

Vibrant tender strands

Spun with crimson thread.

Divine joy of love

The swirling dance of desire

Wonderful intimate affection

Overflowing with crimson wine.

Crimson Passion

Undeserved grace

The color of unworthiness

Torn contempt

Overflow of hope

Bereft of hatred

Fortress of love

Conceived in intimacy

Purposed before time

Crimson passion.

Treasures of favor

Wealth of heaven

Undeserved grace.

Crimson Vindication

Sins forgiven

Public declaration

Salvation.

Payment received

Eternal protection

Redemption.

God’s righteousness

Crimson vindication

Resurrection.

Crimson Stream

Elevation of grace

Bruised in flesh

Love perfected

Within human weakness

Temptation.

Appetites and desires,

Anger and grief,

Hunger and pain,

Suffering and obedience

He knows our weakness

With open veins

Crimson stream

Sympathize.

Crimson Wrath

A quarry of wrath

Scarred in stone

Entangled justice

Demands a price

Sacrifice.

Infinite worth

Satisfies the holy curse

Heavens adored

Crimson wrath

Absorbed.

But Why?

I am unwanted, 

So why am I here? 

I am dead inside, 

So why do I have tears? 

My soul is broken, 

So why am I still alive? 

My hope is gone, 

So why won't I die? 

My spirit is lost? 

So is there a future for me? 

My mind is confused, 

So who am I suppossed to be? 

I am helpless, 

Is there anyone there? 

I am beaten, 

But does anyone care? 

My world is a nightmare, 

So why won't I wake? 

My life is my hell, 

So why do I stay? 

My heart is burning, 

But why are my feelings cold? 

My friends surround me, 

So why do I feel alone? 

I am tired, 

So why do I give in? 

I am screaming, 

So why won't anyone listen? 

My wrists are bloody, 

But does anyone even notice? 

My blood is in a puddle, 

But does anyone see this? 

My body trembles, 

But does anyone quiet my fears? 

My voice cries out, 

But does anyone hear? 

I am unsure, 

So why do I try? 

I am confused, 

So why do I fight?

By Heather Rhoden

Crimson Treasure

A crown of honour

Bleeding submission

Scarlet wounds

Outstretched

Embraced beyond time

Founded before swirling galaxies

Fragrant offering

God’s suffering.

Wounded willingness

Love beyond measure

Crimson treasure.