A Reader’s Poem.
The Everything Christ by Tenderfoot-In-Truth
Why is it that everybody seems to be sleeping awake?
What other ways do we have?
Existence we have created,
For the survival of this very cheap loneliness.
Fulfilling!
We need something more,
Something exuberant,
Something great.
I wait for that day,
I can’t understand the greatness of God
I just dream
Those in Christ will be glorified
Victorious, powerful, sinless,
Together with Christ
Judging
Together with Christ
Together with Christ
Ruling
Together with Christ
Together with Christ
Without a single wrinkle.
Of the rubber of water, robbers vanished into the night
Time meaningless
Hours forgotten
Seconds, minute ripples
What is His love?
What made me worth it?
A single breath
For Him to come down and save me
A worthless piece of dust and yet
The breath was worth it all
It was worth
Everything
Livened, strengthened, and permitted
Saved, determined, routed
A single breath
Upheld, predestined, secured
Enamored, attracted, envisioned
A greater I
For the glory of the only One
The gracefully impartial Lord even in all the respects
Seeming none the kindest
For the glory of the only
The absolutely and indisputably
The irrevocably and unfathomably
Great One
Great One
The One great and just
God
God
Because I am sick of the alternative
Satan tailored for me to wear
Satan tailored for me to wear
And I am sick of the reflection of perfection
I can no longer even kid myself with a clearance sale
Because the suit I wear is a custom-made clown costume
Unsuspecting me
Oh, silly, unsuspecting me!
I have given you the key
Behind the veneer
Behind the smile, behind the torment
Behind the pride, behind the heartache
Behind wickedness
I ask are you done?
Christ asks you are you done?
Get in!
Rush to claw to grab to climb to drive!
Never to receive rags of fine linen
Come in now, immediately, and open!
Time will pour out in a gust of wind that falls down
A trail to nowhere
And you will be eternally indistinguishable
In a pool of darkness
Returned to your master and
For the wedding occasion
Yourself to blame you for mediocrity
Behold something other than self-importance!
You do not slam your pom-poms on the silent show
Don’t you do that
The minuscule, mangled dance
That you do not even qualify as
Mediocre!
Apparently, for the mediocre qualifier you have yourself
Without Christ to blame
Under the place hidden
Because, oh, with Christ, with the very thing of the
Everything Christ
Nothing, yes, nothing, nothing at all!
To blame you have yourself for
Why, with the everything Christ
You do not blame yourself
You blame a blameless one!
And thus is swept the dust that collects
And finally it is rid with, good riddance!
In good sound and mind
In the everything Christ
To bend the flaw aright
Thank God, you can actually say good riddance!
You can say good riddance!
God in Christ bent the flaw aright
God bent the flaw aright.
