I had the curse of
Condemnation
Separation
Life cessation
No relation
To the One Who holds it all.
I was lost in
Desperation
Sinful nation
Crenellation
Perforation
Of the soul after the Fall.
Beggar in my destitution
Could not afford my restitution
God provided substitution
On the bloody Roman tree.
So I rejoice in persecution
Underserved hurts and contusions
Peaceful, saved from man's confusion
I know the Lamb Who died for me.
I have through Him
Justification
Restoration
Renovation
Celebration
On that happy golden shore
Where tears will hold no power anymore.
Comments: I wrote this in church last Sunday. I'm just minding my own business, dutifully taking notes, when this hyper little poem comes along and bops me in the head. It wasn't my fault!
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