Cut from His even breath
Sin tore us into deadly silence
Pressed against the cave's mouth
Hearing the stillness of our minds
Deprived of his kindred voice
We wander into the breathless dead end
Attacked, trapped, under the blade of sin
Pleading unheard, lost in the shadow of the Fall
But then, His Spirit dwelt over the womb
Carrying the weight of our bones
Stretching out in the form of a lamb
Scarlett blood stained in the dark cave
Striped skin slammed to the cross
Printed grave crumbles, eagle wings rise
Pure white snow rising in our lungs
And IN HIM all things are made new.
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Strength
PoetryStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
