Poetry of Union
February 2021 🌱 Grass

Poetry of Union

I found the path to freedom,

and it’s not a path, but a Person;

So intertwined with His design-

Before time…before verse one

 

Before man was misplaced in Adam,

he was Imagined within Christ;

Before we maligned each and every atom,

He joyfully laid down His life

 

See, truthfully…

 

I didn’t find Him – He found me,

and dislocated every delusion;

I died-

And not just `doctrinally ’

 

I died to every sense of “distance”, and “delay”;

The “God” that I grew up with, and thought I knew;

I died to thinking `darkness ’ lived inside-

I died to convoluting Abba up with Zeus~

 

I died.

 

I died within Him before I was born-

Vicariously, I resurrected;

He reached from within, and veil was torn;

Grace burst forth – Law defected

 

Everything I tried and died to be,

I found was my first, not second nature;

His heart Cornerstoned within my own-

At 33, I saw Him embodied in my stature.

 

I saw old things fall off,

in heart transformation;

Desires no longer longed for-

I saw His new creation

 

I saw confidence, where microscopic introspection used to be;

I came alive when I looked into His eyes, ever-alluring: I saw me.

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