The Promised Son Has Won the Victory
THE PROMISED SON HAS WON THE VICTORY
An aching heart, a sorrow borrowed from Christ.
A stranglehold around your tears. You can’t breathe.
Arrows fly, hitting core -
Infectious loss, abscessed sore.
A trouble of paradise. His cross sufficed.
Believe! He covers hurt. His Spirit doth sheathe.
He collects tears, even rain.
O Christ on Calvalry hugged pain.
An aching heart, a sorrow borrowed from Christ.
Believe! He covers hurt. His Spirit doth sheathe.
Never was promised sun
Every day, however Christ has won.
A stranglehold around your tears. You can’t breathe.
A trouble of paradise. His cross sufficed.
One day, the light will ever shadow dark.
Open the doors! Out we’ll step from the ark.
8/10/2017
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