“But now we are delivered from the law, that being dead wherein we were held; that we should serve in newness of spirit, and not in the oldness of the letter” Roman 7:6 (KJV)
Existing in each step planned
By a god not in heaven but mind and land
It is painful as the sun shall set
With nebulous conclusion met
For how by words can I live?
I cannot read and have so little to give.
And my words are forged inside my head
Listening surely from sorrow to dead.
But I did not see a Man on colt
His children even made cause to bolt
For who will hear that will surpass
My words that fall into morass
O for what I didn’t know
That eyes above, love to show.
There was a path hewn out of stone
That should bring flesh back to my dried bone
I saw a chance to touch His robe
Once, twice, more, I scorned His probe
God hovered nuisance be
A man too full of his words to see
But wrestle I did, near a ladder to High
With God, a battle, my failed try
And my hip He broke as tears then flowed
I touched His robe and cast all goad
Life is beautiful with Him with me
New brothers, sisters, family
It took so long Lord so what time left?
He assured His minute is enough, mine bereft
So love, He cried, is my new word alone
Written on heart, not etched in stone
Liberty now abounds where bars once were
A tainted man lost, found, pure
So here I am a decade later life so full
Jesus the Son, Word with rule
Son of Man in my heart,
My words but vanished thine art
Disappeared those words, nailed on a tree
I am new, O Lord, I come to Thee
Completing, hopeful, loving, are You
You make all things new, Your replacing Word true.
© 2013 Rick Stassi