Broken, lying open and wounded
Withered and torn, nothing but ruin.
No longer existing, the life that was within it.
Exposed on the ground; the wind blew away the hopes and the dreams that spilled out. [@more@]
Quickly came sorrow, followed by fear and by doubt.
What would become of this one that was so proud?
Gone now, is the vision of what it proclaimed.
Once boasting of the knowledge and the wisdom it had contained.
Forgetting to guard this thing called my heart,
The cares of the world ripped it apart.
Behold, at the dusk of the day,
A shadow rises over the shell that remains.
For at the foot of the cross is where my heart laid.
From the brow of this Savior, a drop of blood fell and picked up His tears on the way down.
Flooding my soul, this water and blood flowed.
Lift up your head; oh, sorrowful one!
For you, on this day, was the deed done.
Washing away the sin and the shame;
For the light of the Son brings forth a new day.
Down from the cross, my Savior did come.
Stooping, He picked up the vessel tattered and torn.
Softly, He breathed the breath of new life.
Blowing away the dirt and the grime.
First comes a quiver, then comes a thump;
Alive comes my heart, victorious life!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Sing His praises on high!
My Savior has come with newness of life!
Angela Starcke Warshaw, Louisiana, USA