Redemption By Emkel

February 04, 2013

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Redemption by my beautiful friend, Emilly!

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It’s like a pump full of medicine,

A rush of adrenalin

Seeping in, soaking up to the cracks in my heart

Filling them for moments that seem to end before they start

Because it’s worthless

And it’s hopeless.

I thought I could change but now I just hope less

and

I can feel the slimy slither shining on my skin

It’s called sin

And I can’t win.

It’s like a race that I run, but there’s never an end,

Because the finish line is already behind me.

The finish of me, that is.

I’m already past my time,

I am flat lined,

But so very alive in this lie

It’s called sin.

My heart is like a cavern,

Yawning empty and dank.

And I can’t pay the collectors,

Because I still owe the bank.

And it’s like my mistakes are drops of water.

Every lie told,

Every lie I believed

Became another wave

Until I was drowning in a massive sea.

And each sin just crashed over me

Until I couldn’t feel them anymore,

I couldn’t see

That I was sinking.

So I laid down in the depths of my sinfulness.

I made myself a thief, an adulteress,

A liar, a whore, and the worst part is,

I felt like I was okay with it.

I lived covered in filth,

And said

“This feels fine.”

But the only language I knew,

Was lies.

So there I dwelt,

In darkness and rage,

In gluttony and fear and hate.

And I never knew to turn the page,

Because I thought this was the last chapter.

I was doing everything to my heart’s content,

But my heart was so sick and deceived,

So deceitful above all things,

And giving it whatever it pleased

Was like spreading this silent disease through the rest of my body,

Infecting.

Neglecting to notice the fact that I was dying slowly,

But hey.

It felt good.

See the problem was I didn’t know what good felt like.

You can’t recognize darkness until you’ve walked in the light.

You can’t know wrong until you’ve been shown right,

And you can’t know right

Until you have seen truth.

Truth is the Savior who came to my den of iniquity and knocked on the door.

And, when I didn’t answer,

He burned down my Sodom and destroyed my Gomorrah.

He poured gasoline over my cities and set a fire so bright,

I felt like I was going to die,

And I was right.

The night I died in that fire was the best night of my life.

Christ pulled me out of the depths to stand with him on the stormy sea,

Even seeing all my disease,

And said,

Child, I want you to be with me.

When he saw I couldn’t breathe, He knelt down and exhaled his spirit into me,

And from my debt he offered me

Exemption.

He gave me heart to heart resuscitation,

CPR

Christ’s Powerful Redemption.

And so now his words, made flesh in me,

Are graven on my hands.

My hands that do the work that my father sends.

No longer am I a slave to sin,

And daughter of lies,

The World’s best friend,

Now I will be all things to all men,

Because I am an apostle: one who is sent.

I follow the example of the shining son,

Who did not regard equality with God something to be won,

But instead did everything he could to be one

Who is obedient.

Even unto death.

I am not perfect, I still slip

And there are still marks of sin,

Fresh and slithery

All over my skin.

But instead of washing it with dirty rags and making the mess worse,

I am covered and cleansed in redeeming blood,

That vanquishes death’s dark curse.

Death, where is your sting?

Sin, where is your power?

For now I am a daughter of the light.

And I pray that my life will always bring,

Praises and words that always sing

Glory to the glorious,

All powerful King.

Christ: my only master.