Peace

My soul thirsts for you O my God,
My heart aches to hear your voice
Whisper peace into my troubled mind,
“Rejoice, my child, you are mine, Rejoice”

“Where are the mighty warriors in the land
Crying for justice against this evil day?
Their silence roars, and my heart longs
Will you still uphold me, you’re my one stay?”

“There is no peace, above the earth, nor here below”
In my haste, this reply cascaded from my tongue
With patient answer, full of tenderness he spoke
“Rest, my child, my poem has yet to be sung”

“Mercy, love, grace, power; is it even true,
That you possess these?” Was my proud reply.
Then he bristled, yet with grace endued
“Who are you, to judge as if your throne were high?”

“Who are you to demand as though wisdom
You possessed while eternal lights yet shine?”
“Who are you to speak as though your word
forms this globe long before space and time?”

“I shined with glory invisible to your poor eyes
I loved purely , One yet in Three Divine
But I wrapped myself in a slave’s filthy robes
I died a death for reasons you never would design.”

Then my hand ran swiftly to my stubborn mouth,
“I repent,” I cried, “I have spoken as a fool.”
“You are my God, I am your child, it is enough
That you would in this rebel heart establish rule.”

My heart was racing, faintness stole my youth
For I knew certainly, fools he should not allow
And as I looked with timid eyes toward his holy hill
Ready for that blast of justice, a lions terrifying growl

“Peace, my child” was all that I could hear
“I bore your sin in full, I hung upon that cross
Peace, my child, I bought you full and free
My grace is enough, I have cleansed you of the dross.”

My heart is free, my guilt is gone,
Mercy’s gift was all that was required,
For he is God and I am not
And thus he loved me, peace, I had acquired.

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