Saturday, April 16, 2016

By blood and flesh

By blood and flesh        

By blood and flesh, our liberator
bound every step, superbly draped

over fragile bones yet also
by invisible fetters, inviolate parameters

of His task and duty,
His sacred function and mission

from which He could not stray an inch,
a casual moment, a whimsical gesture,

not a frolic, a whit, a whirl,
every move ordained

and subservient to the purpose
for which He entered the fray.

O child of God, the great freedom comes
with surrendering to who you really are. 


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