‘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
4 comments:
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Well written.
"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."
Excellent choice of words and true in most cases.But yet HE nevr gives up on working on us!!...
waiting for the next part..or rather Good Friday ;)
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