The Last Supper
How long in this adamnant course,
the rites perusal brings remorse,
as Jesus given to enforce
the rules of kinship to endorse!
By law, contingent life's concourse
like equity in path's divorce,
The Holy Grail, the one true force
as evermore, scened as resource!
But Jesus given, human truth
to understand His moment's stern
did impact by forgiving's rule
the learning signalling return!
Repeated oft to recognize
this trust's one venture compromise
as human flesh not emphasize
the pain, deliverance, brave the prize!
We, born of flesh, continue wise
and thus outspoken criticize
the glory lies, the glory lies
In one soul's hope ~ thus realize!
Did so deliver master's grain
His not to choose, obedience feign
this oneness ~ spirit, not wrestle's chain,
Was His, Was His ~ to so remain!
The impact then, the Godheads aim
More law than mercy, not restrained,
as both adjunct, no losing's will
Need nullify, the Master's till!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2011
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