I am to discern a thought
Of how a wisp would give life.
On how Pleiades’ flume gnash;
From where Orion got it’s sash.

You held on word, You were heedful of man,
Speckle of dirt washed out of pride.
Declared independence whence wrought forth Adam,
The seed of death lingered on heart contrite.

You sought to convey sentence on sin,
Yet naught would keep You away adoring such being.
Lone sacrifice You offered as salvation.
Your beloved Son, draped divinely on the cross.

Lies – I deemed were my redemption,
Elegance of thus, created my disgrace.
When shall I flee from this foolish perception?
In spite Truth facing me, offering its grace.

How is it that I fall off grace?
Grasping nowhere into an empty space;
Blank it gets my eyes forlorn,
Came a Seeker whose rest is home.

Breaking mine through the gaps,
My life was over abashed.
Faults that I hold back
Ever tainted my freed soul black.

How much do You charge me of my offense?
And fall to my knees off my bitter end.
Still…Oh, You saw me from afar
Upon that cross you bore my scar.

Knees fell still on earthy ground,
Yoke of man whose faults lay abound.
Hands pricked open, a wound of disgrace;
Fulfill thy glory – Oh Holy, in this dreadful place.

Glorious are all Your works,
From the heavens to the fertile earth.
Magnificent is the deliverance You put through,
Glad is my heart, praising a Creator like You.