It takes a dark night
to unleash God’s wrath
Where blood has been drawn
By thorns of sin
Where a torrent of punishment
Is etched into the skin
Of a man who took it willingly
Tattooed there as a reminder
That the price of sanctity was fierce
God’s own flesh left to rot
By man’s turmoil
And then Grace and Mercy
Lifts to heaven as a saint
And forgiveness is seated next to the thrown 
A door is open – My voice can be heard
And my life destined to be lost
And my judgement erased
All this for me to be free  

~ by Stephen Baker on March 23, 2008.

2 Responses to “Free”

  1. neat wordplay thrown/throne

  2. Dude, this rocks!

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