He Who Delivers
God of the universe, God of love,
yearns in sorrow.
Man, created in his own image,
spurns his love,
pushes aside his words.
Even the knell,
conveyed in aquatic tongue,
rests on closed ears.
His ultimate roar becomes a whisper
in the hearts of men: Sin and death
have now been crushed.
He who believes,
may yet be redeemed.
© cfa 11/27/2013
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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