Thursday, January 2, 2014

Surrender: The Beauty of It Is Finished

 Jesus stood up and said to her,“Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11 She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more. John 8:11

19 By this we shall know that we are of the truth and reassure our heart before him; 20 for whenever our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and he knows everything.21 Beloved, if our heart does not condemn us, we have confidence before God. John 3:19-21

I gave myself up, 
to jealousy of that girl who wore the veil. 
I cast lots for my beauty
until none of it remained. 

I posed picture perfect, 
calling to the next bidder to look
at the grotesque mask I had painted, 
wanting someone to see through, 
yet terrified they would. 

My heart beat 
a tattoo of condemnation 
to the tune of one too many lies, 
He whispered the truth
and I ran. 

I offered up my soul 
to the music of mistakes stuck on repeat. 
I dodged the light in pursuit of shadows. 
His words echo in my mind, 
"Neither do I condemn you." 

I. Condemn. Myself. 
My heart stuck indelibly 
with the needle of my past, 
my own pathetic plea for grace, 
knowing the woo of sin
too tragic to ignore. 

And yet, as heart condemns me,
He screams 
Greater than any yesterday,
More lovely than any past. 

I beheld your heart
hanging on a cross at Calvary 
and My last breath, My last words 
were for you beloved, 
It. Is. Finished. 

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