To all blood-bought children of God, a meditation on joy…
with the precious blood,
the Lord God of Hosts
to shed for me.
by the well-paid price, of the Lamb,
who sits forever enthroned
above the circle of the earth,
ceaselessly beholding all things,
-watched the line of my perishing soul,
and tilted its arch, toward eternity.
i know, my whole being, with its everlasting destiny
was not purchased with perishable things-
silver or gold,
redeemed to life,
by a death,
that was died for me,
i die to the world,
and all its weather.
let winter and want,
frost their most bitter cold.
let loss and longing
set their encampments around my eyes,
let the brokenhearted wilderness of this world,
crest and freeze, cruel and deep.
i will warm my hands all-through,
lifted around the grate,
of His persistent nearness,
which makes my blood beat whole.
at a table,
set in the presence of my enemies
the salt taste of life,
with a purchased look,
of rose-fired freedom.
for see, my forehead is written over,
against all the slavery of this world
with a sonship name.
i have died,
only now i truly live,
and partake of joyous, shouting things,
that can never die.
i hear the whine of weariness
the almost mirth of complaint,
but i smile,
all velvet within,
purchased beyond compassion,
i stare back into the eyes of
with the un-flustered permanence,
of one built out of more,
turning a blazing gaze
on winter itself,
with one purchased,
i conquered all things,
that dared to diminish my joy…
“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.” ~ 1 John 3:1a