This last week I had some time to think and I found myself inspired to write a poem. I hope it helps you see a little into the state of the heart and soul in sin and the feelings that the atonement brings.
The Fallen
Fallen,
into darkness.
Oh great my despair!
Death, he had got me,
caught in his snare.
Fallen,
to the depths.
Cold and surrounding,
into the abyss,
my soul drowning.
Fallen,
my heart.
The crime committed.
Unto the darkness,
my soul submitted.
Fallen,
a light.
So brilliant, warm, and bright.
Just out of reach,
the will to fight.
Fallen,
a hand.
Extended toward me,
tender and scarred,
who was I to be freed?
Fallen,
my knees.
Guilt and tears,
into thine hands,
I commend my fears.
Fallen,
my pride.
now meek and humble,
"Suffer me Lord,
that I do not stumble!"
Fallen,
the weapons,
of my rebellion.
Into the earth,
I will bury them.
Fallen,
His love.
For me He died.
A sinner like me,
who else would have tried?
Fallen,
the blood.
Spilt from every pore.
With cries of agony,
He opened the door.
Fallen,
below all.
Oh how bitter that cup!
For me and for you,
He drank it up.
Fallen,
His eyes,
upon my face.
"For you my son,
sufficient,
my grace."
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