ache in my side that hands cannot reach, a symptom of my dying life,
with a heart bleeding and eyes that no longer see,
hand came with the killing knife?
were the days, that went in great haste, agonizing toward now,
were nothing, came and gone, spent,
more will be allowed.
only to falling knees, then I’d find solace, peace, a final breath.
such a journey is too far,
preparation could take me to such a comfort of duress.
I turn and remember Him with unseeing thoughts, which vaguely remain,
my ears still hear the promise given, that today will usher me
His Heavenly domain.
a hope that never fades, I feel my flesh repulse from the grip of His word.
free”, is my spirit’s call, as torn from body my soul leaps
many calls from the soaring bird.
gone, my body abandoned in a lifeless heap of sin-laced betrayal,
His Word holds me attached as true, faithful, and unconditional.
hands that hung me for a crime which I committed in this world,
bury an image that until another day,
be long cast and hurled.
Today comes with a newness of spirit and soul,
Today was the promise of God’s Son,
received in whole.
Today Comes by Ronhales Hebrews 4:7-10