Made New
Tired hands, weary of clinging, grasping.
Pierced hands, open in surrender.
Muddy feet, acquainted with the wide path.
Wounded feet, broken in rescue.
Furrowed brow, crying out for the answers,
Punctured brow, mixing blood with tears.
Lost sheep in the shadows, afraid of the Light,
Gentle Shepherd, shining into the darkness.
Wounded child, not trusting, not knowing,
Protective Father, faithful to guide.
Timid bride, hesitant to respond,
Adoring bridegroom, strong, sure.
Voice of distress, crying out,
Only Answer, echoing in the dark.
Aching fingers, dirty, desperate,
Strong arm reaching, mighty to save.
Miry clay, familiar, suffocating,
Solid rock, firm, faithful.
Once alone, dead in sin,
Now re-born, alive in Christ.
Once in rags, filthy, torn,
Wrapped up in righteousness, never earned.
Bloody tree, an empty tomb,
Life exchanged, all things made new.
What better way to celebrate 100 posts than to glory in the completed work of the cross...
4 comments:
All glory and honor and praise to the Lord of all creation!
Thank you for sharing your heart.. and your creative mind... it truly does glorify the Lord and it touches so many!
You ooze creativity. You should write songs or something... *smile*
i love these words, I love your heart, i love the God Who makes all things new. did you write this at shiktehawk or before?
I wrote it last Thursday especially for Shiktehawk.
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