“Thou shall not…”
Shall not what?
On my hands and knees
I wrestle with my mind.
I’m so low,
I can barely reach up
To touch the bottom.
Through tears I stare again at the script.
I’ve been going over these lines,
I still mix them.
I still miss the important parts.
Before me lies the sheaf of papers
With dog-eared pages
Stained with tears and sweat
And a bad conscience.
How did I ever take up this role?
The holy life stands in stark contrast
To my wretched, Godforsaken soul.
My silver cross around my neck
Like a hangman’s noose.
Who can save me
From this body of death?
I’ll give anything
To purchase my freedom.
This role is too hard.
I GIVE UP!!!
As if on cue the curtains fall,
And a voice:
“You give up…
“Everything.” I groan.
In my hand is placed a piece of paper,
The Last Will and Testament of Jesus.
“Free.” It says. “You are free.”
“I gave Myself to purchase thee.”
“Done,” it says,
“It is finished!”
“You do not need a script.
“Only let Me live through you.”
Peace washes over me.
My feet barely scrape the top!
And in my heart rings
The blessed words
I AM FREE!!!
“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
“[Not in your own strength] for it is God Who is all the while effectually at work in you [energizing and creating in you the power and desire], both to will and to work for His good pleasure and satisfaction and delight.