‘Tis my ode on a Maundy Thursday,
Willful sinner throughout the day,
Been in a spree since your grace is free,
This ain’t innocence but all my arrogance.
A den of iniquity is within me,
Any crowd will never see,
Covering it all is a church face,
And bumper stickers to showoff thy seal.
Nay conviction in any direction,
Nay care for what the synoptic say,
Each time I pick my rags and walk away;
Ditching promises for every mile on the way.
Being the thorn on thy crown,
Thy sweat and blood for my every scorn,
Nails of thy love, holding the flesh,
I am the reason for every soldier’s thresh.
Down this earth, to climb up that hill,
Heaven’s did stand to watch this still.
Cross is all I give when you still love me,
Thou hath played my part in that scene.
to be continued......
Michel .H. Ashton
