Lord: Love, Mercy and the eternal infinite
suggest a triangular aspect of Your nature;
as flaws, fallacy, and a multitude of mundane sins
coalesce in my dismally finite nature.
I have nothing to offer you; it is all yours, anyhow.
Walls of sin, raised by enticements to sin,
keep me separated unto myself.
So You have offered Yourself to me:
trampling down and defeating my death by Your Death;
sealing my life in the glory of Your Resurrection; the
promise of Salvation You died to ensure, the
gift of life You rose from that tomb to provide.
Starward