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Redemption Of Our Time
This world of ours is broken, more or less.
And some of us add to its brokenness
with selfish gestures that, if unabated,
devolve into uncompromising hatred.
Some of us wring our hands in bleak despair.
Some turn demoniac, and some suicide---
because they think no one bothers to care.
Looking to deep space, we find no one there.
Yet, help is not foregone. Someone is near
(on His terms and His schedule, not our mere
wish). He, alone, can still the splashing fear
upon us, like a cold, relentless tide.
His life He gave for ours, that we may live
with Him forever; in His world made new,
and in abundant, unknown joys abide.
His Words come down to us across the ages
(despite false higbrows: prophets, scholars, sages;
despite the sin that, long enfleshed, still rages):
nailed to the cross, He said, "Father forgive
"them" (such Grace!) "for they know not what they do."
Starward
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