Pitch-black curtain draped over the sky that night;
Fear clenched like a tight fist around my chest;
Silent echoes swang through the shadows with fright;
Only then did it strike me that I had transgressed.
Solemnly, I knelt to the dust and tried to confess;
But before every utterance came a bashing regret;
"Father, I come before You...," I started to profess;
Bit by bit, flesh by flesh, my bones started to fret.
Behold, like splashes from running waters I heard silent whispers;
"It is I, compassionate, gracious and forgiving"
Every single word came like spine tingling elixirs;
"For My love is unconditional, unfailing and redeeming."
"Arise dear son, take up your cross and follow Me;
For I have heard thy plea."
©Joseph N
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