Day 22

YES, I DO

He stretched forth his bleeding hands to me.

I drew back in fright,

The hands weren't just bleeding;

They had holes in them.

Holes so large I could stick 2 fingers in it.

 

“Beloved," He beckoned to me.

I went farther back, offended by my stench.

His absolute purity, and strangely the bleeding

Made me unworthy, to take the freedom He was offering.

“Come to me." He beckoned again.

 

“I'm not worthy." With tear stained eyes, I replied.

“I did this for you." He mentioned, smiling down to me.

“You didn't have to. I do not deserve it." I argued.

“I did it, not because you deserve it... But because I love you. You deserve love and light." He explained.

 

“Lucifer told me. He said I can't be loved." I cried.

“He is a lie. I love you." He replied.

“He said I can't be clean." I bellowed.

“He is the lie for I am clean for you." He touched my teary cheeks, tenderly.

I felt a surge of wholeness.

 

My soiled apparel became clean with hyssop.

My feet were shod with sandals just like His.

I looked up to him. He caresssed my face this time.

Washing it with His blood.

I became clean! I felt clean!

 

“I don't deserve this." I wept quietly.

“I did it anyway." He replied, weeping with me.

Tears, slipping down his cheeks like water running down a hill.

“You said you love me..." I said, staring deeply into His love stained eyes.

“Yes, I love you, and I want you to come with me... Will you?" He asked.

“Yes, I will!" I jumped to my feet, and He wrapped me in a big embrace.

~ The_Kinglady

I wrote this poem probably five months ago or so and I stumbled upon it a few days back and couldn't help but share. I have nothing much to tell to expatiate the poem but I hope it ministers to you.