Move On Leave Off Pass By Its not as bad as it seems To fray and split And silently swallow The screams Empty is plenty When I don’t look back Shadows lack Skin in the game Now I am ashamed That I became Attached Move Past Leave Fast Pass By Pacing quickly I do not feel the sick Spinning night games After dark I called a thing what it is Now I do not believe myself Seeing my reprieve was in myself And now I know no thing Lest one true thing This pierced me Past the ache to heal. Move Along Leave Me Pass By Wisdom too profound To be drowned by sour wine On the beach Promise breeched You called my thing what it is And the sting of iron nails Impale what I promised The one true thing Should have Likewise Passed Me By
on the Words that God first gave to us. Meditate on the Truth that has made any of our words mean anything…
READ Psalm 39:9-13
READ Exodus 12:13
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Strikes me as a powerful connection between Calvary and Passover and being caught mercifully and painfully in the middle. Thank you for this.
This makes me wonder what I could become too attached to, to look back towards. What pitiful reprieve could I hope to gain in a scholarly approach to the faith ...taking notes during a sermon... when held up to Christ enduring the cross, despising the shame.