2.9.13

Forgiven


I pick up my load, wipe the dust from my feet
Watch an eagle hover over fields of wheat.
I set out on the path up this Calvary hill
My burdens are heavy but I seek the Lord's will.

I breathe in the Spirit who strengthens each stride
I climb in half-light with his voice as a guide.
I don't journey alone but with millions through time
Who have once, and are yet, up this mountain to climb.

Looking left into stillness and right to the trees,
There's an ache in my body and a groan for my knees.
But I'll soon let go and set this weight down to rest

At the foot of His cross which His blood has so blessed.

I'm nearing the place now as darkness descends
A yearning and tearing in the atmosphere lends
to the stillness a tangible weight pressing down
But His face is alight with a tree twisting crown.

There is sorrow and anguish but victory plain;
The Spirit is soaring though the body is slain.
I smell the mercury blood, see the sweat run like tears,
Taste the salty black air, His last breath fills my ears.

I set my load down now, he knows me  by name
And promises life will be never the same
He'll inhabit the footprints I leave in the dust;
He's my Saviour forever, my brother to trust.

I breathe in His Spirit, it fills up my chest
I breathe out rejoicing; in his arms I can rest.
The eagle still flies over fields of gold
And dust remains in my toes from those journeys of old

But I am brand new now, I'm whole and made clean,
For He whispered my name, from the cross, where he leaned:
"Sorry, my Lord."
"You're forgiven, my daughter,
On wings we will rise, though like lambs we were slaughtered,

I'll suffer your sufferings and weep when you cry
But ours is the victory and truth can not die;
I'm mending the broken and lifting you up,
I've secured your salvation by drinking this cup.

Lift your hands up in praises, carve a stillness in time,
Journey daily, I'm with you, on this mountain you climb.
It is me that you see carving sky-clouds in flight,
I am there in your darkness and lending it light.

They lifted me up, they didn't beat me down!
Pluck a rose from the thorns that they placed in my crown;
Savour its sweetness for there I reside,
For the fragrance will linger though the flower has died.

Shout my name from the clifftops, for its echoed return
Will fill up the world for whose people I yearn.
Now rest my dear daughter, your journey's complete
I've delivered you here at my cross and my feet,

Curl up in the knowledge that a future awaits
Where once paths were crooked, they soon will be straight.
Where once with your spirit mine too was entwined,
We'll meet in a fullness, not perceived with the mind.

There's a pure new creation I'm carving for you
Of wonders unspoken, needing languages new
Breathe me into each fibre of what you are now
You're not yet what you could be, but I'll show you how.

I am your teacher, your master, your Abba father and friend,
I am the fire in your soul that will purge it and cleanse,
I am the Alpha Omega, the all and complete,
I am the binding anointing your earth-stained feet.

I'm your future, your present, your past, your forever.
Put your hand deep in mine for we journey together,"

By R Marszalek

1 comment:

Looking for a path... said...

Beautiful poem, really good, well done!

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