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Picture It

I had a vision,
In which I could see,
Myself up high above You,
Taking glory, my arms spread wide.

In this evil state,
I could hear seducing voices,
Calling me to the edge,
Of the ledge, the end.

I went to that place,
Passing faces, and breaking glass,
To harm all others along the way,
All the while, forcing Your blood to flow.

As I caught Your eyes,
I saw You cry, and I cried out, Die!
But in so doing, I was brought back,
By our Father, screaming all the way.

It took Your love to undo, 
What I did to You, and now You are above me,
Nailed to a tree, arms spread wide, giving glory.
Not to Yourself, but to the Father.

He who asked You to do this.
And now, I am below You.
Ever to behold You,
And to be true to, my Savior Lord.

How could we do this?
Picture it.

Copyright © Shane Brown

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