When I witness one more abandoned soul, one more broken promise , one more casualty of love, I ache inside. I long for justice.
For one fleeting second I wonder – does God see the injustice? Does God care? Why isn’t He doing something? And then I remember.
God did not reach down and yank the whip away from Christ‘s flogger. God did not reach down and tenderly lift the crown of thorns off of his son’s head. God did not reach down with might and fury and prevent the hammer from driving the large spikes into Christ’s flesh but he did do something. He reached down and intervened for his son’s killers by letting his son die because God knew that only that kind of love would save us from ourselves. The innocent for the guilty, the grace for the undeserved.
Thousands of years have fled the earth like falling stars flee the sky,
since they lashed their claws to bare the bone
And he let them – for you, O promised love whom we discard
Thousands of years have passed overhead like wisps of clouds gone by,
since they crowned his brow in broken glass
And he wore it – for you, O promised love whom we molest
Thousands of years have circled the earth as the earth chases the sun,
since they drove their teeth into his veins
And his wrists burned – for you, O promised love whom we leave for dead
Love chose our name when he poured out the seas
Love called our name when he writhed his last breath
Love carried our name in the fold of his arm, near the song of his heart
When he marched from the tomb, and he did it for me, he did it for you
O promised love – whom we adore!
We are not abandoned!
©May 4th, 2013 Cindy Palin