You say that
nothing can keep me from your love
But today as I
Spat on Harold’s
ugly pimply face
Stole mother’s
cakes and put on a chase
Sat on Tom to
have life at my pace
I could not feel
any further from your love.
You say that you
see beyond sin
To a God who
became man, who
Trotted the
dusty, worldly streets
And slept in many
a barn.
He who washed his
follower’s feet
And preached
salvation at every feast
So that you could
call me son
You say that when
this God-like Man
Hang himself on a
tree
He rescued me
That when he
declared, ‘It is finished!’
Indeed, it was
finished.
And I, slave of
the do’s and don’ts
Of the society
I, carrier of the
yoke of shame and guilt,
Of frustration
and betrayal,
Of the past,
present and future,
I am free.
Yes, nothing can
keep me from you,
Neither angels
nor demons,
Neither the past
nor the future,
Neither death nor
life,
Nothing in all
creation
Can separate us
from the love
That is in Christ
Jesus.
