Set to "Surviving the Game"
(A Good Friday & Easter Poem)
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My heart and flesh cry out
"Deliver me from this body of death!"
There are no enemies round about
But a traitor with venomous breath
My heart and flesh cry out
"When will You comfort me?"
Daily lifting his head, the proud
Assaults my confidence and peace
My heart and my flesh cry out
No thanks to give, no praise to shout
Too weak, unclean to approach
And the offering I bring is my reproach
Yet hark! My soul hears a Cry louder than mine
From One who holds my destiny: It is the Architect of my design
How could it be that the rags I thought I wore are no longer there?
I look up and see they are on Him, alone He bears
His Spirit released, when He gave it up
Sent forth; the triumphal roar of His love
Victory disguised by a cry of defeat!
Aha, O sin! He has risen to His mercy seat!
Forth His Spirit went and sowed into stone
Overcoming it, uniting it as His own
Flesh of His flesh, bone of His bone
I am no longer myself or Satan's; I am His alone!
And He knows the many times I will forget
That He is my Life and I'm no more Death's
That He reigns over and within, victoriously
And need not fear to accept the lies of defeat
The Spirit that now dwells in this heart of flesh
Is Life that cries louder, Love stronger than death
I trade the eulogy and dirge of my own image
For the song that He (is still composing) began when He said:
"IT IS FINISHED!"
