Stalking projections, anxious, you've begun—
Implement your “grand schemes,” ready the knife
Speak deceptively into the void—
What you meant to destroy he breathes his life.
“Let there be light,” Redemption parts your sea
Scattering the darkness before my path
The Man of Sorrows walks alongside me
His narrative renaming Satan’s wrath.
The eyes of the Lord see your violent heart
But darkness illuminated turns bright
Painted into him, recreated art
Hope manifested in the darkest night.
Grace dawns, encompassing all in its light
Sin’s spiral fading, collapsing figments
Hope born of Eve out of Satan’s blight
Transfiguration of life contingent.
Don’t you know, our lives are fleeting?
A moment in time—
After all, our ‘end’ in him redeeming
His love poured, sublime—
Oh, that veiled face, history’s dawn!
Joy emanating, He runs. For “It is done!”