Black was the dawn

Black was the dawn,
of our betrayal,
children banished,
Cain kills Able.
Sin’s dark legacy,
grows and continues…
wars lay wastw hope,
cutting bone from sinews.
Hardened hearts nurture,
endless pride and lust,
wrath opens the earth,
swallowing gold’s distrust.
Tablets lay shattered,
strewn upon the ground,
soon prophets foresee,
crucifixions’s crown.

Black was the dawn,
betrayed and kissed,
flesh striped by scourging,
lacerated by spit.
A lamb finds slaughter,
awaiting a cross,
love refines sacrifice,
from our dross.
Blinded by bloodthirst,
to Heaven’s facade,
His head falling slump,
their crooked smiles nod.
“And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how He died, he said,
Surely this was the Son of God.” (Mark 15:39)

by Chris Clody
11/14/20

A Risky Path Finds Holy Ground: LENT

Radical, self-giving, unhesitating, and genuine is the love mentored by our Savior. It is in the housecleaning of repentance that we not only find how deep we buried our true self, but an unexpected, inner wilderness that beacons towards a risky path of love.  Here in the desert of our being, hot sands become holy ground.  I pray you find it’s worth the walk….

Inner Wilderness

wilderness

Stumbling through my inner darkness,
A Light glows beneath a door,
Opened only when I confess,
Desert sands replace the floor,
The sun burns hot, yet I explore.

Is this my Hell or Holy ground?
My prideful thoughts begin to war,
Cursing at this door I found,
My burning flesh begins to brown,

Endless are the desert swells,
Holding sin like burial mounds,
Mirages tempt like water wells,
Dismissing all that ransoms Hell.

This risky path I walk alone,
Pulling the clapper on pride’s death knell,
Because the love that I’ve been shown.

Returning through the door I’ve opened,
Darkness flees from reaching light,
Liquid sun paints once dark golden,
Humility grows with new sight,
More repentant, more contrite,
Knowing this desert cross bears God’s delight.

by Chris Clody 2/25/2015

Seek and you will find.

His ,
Chris

Spiritual Things

Spiritual Things

How can one understand spiritual things,
When they fail to house the Spirit within.

The words they hear pelt them like sand that stings,
Threatened, they attack some concept called sin,
Desperately thrashing like fish without fins.

Furious doubts arise like wayward bubbles,
Spewed from darkened depths of their perdition.
Blind to the pride that conceals their troubles,
Their mind grows dim like a murky puddle.

Pride wars with the first love they never knew,
Even their soul they seek to uncouple,
Still – Love prays that humility breaks through.

Even though time grows old it’s still a gift,
To rudder their course from hopeless adrift,
Repentance awaits God’s Light that is swift,
If only humility would dare to exist.

©2012 by Chris Clody 5/8/2012

Please pray that rebellious hearts will become restless hearts for God.

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