Romans 8

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.