Son of Man
Forty-four years ago, a weekday afternoon altar call started to pull me out from the noise of this world. Your patience taught me out of ignorance and forgave me in trespass. Started to understand your passion when your father blessed me with my own son. The borrowed thorn from Paul’s side becomes our own cross to bare Jacob’s ladder. I just wanted to know the truth and it was given to me on the way to the life.
Six thousand years from Eden,
Gethsemane’s blood
still whispers of your Ghost.
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Written: 07.08.20 — 07.12.20
Contest: My Faith
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Copyright © Rob Carmack | Year Posted 2020
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