Sunday, March 29, 2015

The Last Line

I know my story
and how this chapter ends
I watched as the pen seemed to
weigh heavy in Your hand and
the words struggled to be written

Other words fell like laughter
from your lips as they shaped an empty void
I, the Living Word
with overflowing joy
sculpted mountains and carved out seas

This day, this last line is upon me
The ink smears as tears fall
Final words will tear my skin and unhinge my bones and
place sorrow on my shoulders
A felon’s death I can bear

But Your silence?
How can I endure that?

(Psalm 139:16; Isaiah 53:5; Mark 16:34)

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