Redemption
A foundation built
On nothing less
Than prison praise
And its inhabitance
Adoration rose from out the doors Dry earth shook and cracked flat floor Dust soon settled and lighted upon A man with a sword and a life foregone
“Oh blade oh blade Oh blade of mine Split this heart and spill its wine Tell your tale when I am done To the wind…toothy Jackals…and noon-day sun!”
Panic supplanting slumber He spied prison blocks Yawning black caverns And assumed vacant stocks
A fate near fatal A life of Oh-Well Like sinkhole swimming Through the liquid crush of hell
“Do no harm, for we are all here.” All was upended, and light banished fear The seism from before could hardly compare To a man now quaking from dispelled despair
“What must I do, to be so saved?” The agony of a soul that knows it’s depraved. The Spirit of conviction Flowed out of prison convicts…
“Oh blade oh blade Oh blade of Thine Discerned this heart and cut its line Ill tell your tale when you are done By your Wind…to the dead…of the grace-bent One.”
Grace, grace His power displaced Hate and indifference for God took his place Where he once was…A Philippian jailor He now is, an Apostle’s wound tailor.
Read Acts 16:22-33 For Inspiration Reference
Mark Melton says:
November 3rd, 2009 at 1:46 am
I like!
Joel says:
November 27th, 2009 at 11:19 am
Hey Jeremiah,
I’m one of Austin’s friends, I was wondering if I could put this poem in a magazine that I will be publishing?
Thanks,
Joel
Jeremiah Dusenberry says:
November 27th, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Send an email to me about it to bereanreceiver@gmail.com