Blood stained wood was tossed away,
Rusty nails had had their day.
But stone, so final, rolled in vain;
That final stone would roll again...
Glory bursting forth from tomb,
Across the ages fills my room.
Tears flow between the sheets,
Fatigue but ends in broken sleep.
Weight of day, weight of mind;
Racing blood then sluggish tide.
“It’s finished”, comes a gentle word,
“Rest your head, rest the fear.”
“Lord, You do not understand,
This wayward soul escapes Your hand...”
“It’s finished, child. That weight was mine,
It tore my flesh, it ripped my side...”
“Lord, my every aching bone,
Declares the battle is my own...”
“It’s finished! Speak to burn and pain,
Raging storms still fear my Name.”
“Lord, look deep beyond the shout;
Spoken Name, then wave of doubt...”
“It’s finished...doubt beneath my feet;
Pushing down made hard to breath...”
“Lord, there is still much to do;
Regard my failure duly proved.”
“It’s finished. Failure pierced my brow;
Failure made a scarlet ground.”
“But Lord.....” “Lean into me, my child,
Every shame was once made mine.
Fall of then, fall of now;
Stilled my heart and broke my crown;
Arms outstretched with all I could;
Still wider but for beam of wood.
Cold of grave, heat of hell;
It’s finished, love. Believe it well!”
Tears flow beneath the sheets,
Lord of Heaven brings His peace.
Temporal days still wage their war,
Fallen kingdoms write their law.
Oh, mustard seed of Faith, root deep!
Oh, Love that transcends final sleep!
Faith finds root, Faith finds wing,
In finished work, in Risen King.
- Melissa Domingo
• 20 Apr, 2019 - 3 hours ago