Jesus
Bound
My rusting chains
enslave me.
i am beaten
with the rigors
of life.
i am auctioned
on the block.
An ode to
gold and silver
is my dirge.
No one pays
the Price on
my head.
There is only
one end-
i am nothing
except
to be used
and tossed away.
The Son offers his shoulder.
i dig a
tomb in my
burdens.
Hope’s dark fuse
lies cold
and buried.
Why have i
turned from Him?
The Master is not my master-but he pays the Price!
His heart is pierced because he knows my sin-
He sealed my ransom with sanguine scarlet.
My head tucks in Shoulder’s hollow, spent from my struggle.
Jesus, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, my true Master,
paid my ransom and more, royal blood for a peasant’s life.
Pure love, a king’s life for my own!
All my stripes worn by Him.
All to Him I owe.
This article was previously published at Medium on July 31, 2019.
Light
I sit beneath Your radiance,
oblivious to life
except where the shadows end.
You light my path,
the sun dead by comparison.
My feet find purchase.
I remember the darkness,
life before You,
the vestigial wisp of night.
I am warm.
My soul fills itself
with Your refulgent song.
Love, the abiding tree
basks in Your glow,
full of healing fruit that is ever ripe.
The moon dances with the sun
circling in orbit,
learning Your lessons.
I am enthralled by Your light,
examining, searching,
knowing it will quell every doubt.
You are my daydream,
lighting my life,
washing the shadows away.
