The stench of putrid flesh fills your nostrils
Til it's what you breathe
It's common nature
Man, you've got your fingers laced
Your knuckles clenched in tight embrace
To a rotted corpse
An empty hope. . .
You grabbed your shovel and pick
And set to work
Because work was never a factor
You just bit the bullet
And dug without a cause
And you brought up something buried long ago
Now your tongue's gone dry
You're gasping for air
Only to find that you've dug your own pit
And the very sin you resurrected
Is now closing you in
Pile after pile, mile after mile
Of cold, hard, DEAD soil
And you thought that's what you wanted
Some buried treasure
Like a dog forgetting where he buried his bone
. . .OH, YOU KNEW IT WAS THERE!!!
How could you not?
The air should forwarn you
Of mildew and rot!
You buried it with sweat
With his blood and his tears
It cost you SO MUCH!
It lasted for YEARS!
And you thought for a moment
But continued in haste
What a foolish endeavour!
What impudence and waste!
You spit on the cross
That buried the dead
you took it for granted!
Forgot what he said
Your daddy walks up and sees what you've done:
"I thought I took care of that. I killed it, my son!"
...Ashamed and bewildered and quiet you stand
Trying to hide that there's blood on your hand
Oh... how could he turn THIS one around?
Then your mind starts to spin
And you get that weak feeling in your stomach
And just when you think you'll faint . . .
You're met by his embrace
Man, his robes were white
But now . . .now they're covered with blood
He picks up your shovel
And wipes off the mud
He says, "Son, you must know, this body is dead.
When I cried 'It is finished,' I MEANT what I said."
You just want to sob
It's hard to resist
When you notice the scars
On each of his wrists
Did he leave you to die?
NO! He made you to LIVE!
To lay down your life,
For it's all you can give!
To put off the old
And put on the new
To realized the plans
He's had in mind for you
To sacrifice all
To relinquish your rights
To love him and serve him
With all of your might
So give up your days
As a grave-digging whore
And bury the body
That owns you no more
***written 1/18/09
"A heart at peace gives live to the body, but envy rots the bones."
~Proverbs 14:30
"Who will rescue me from this body of death?"
~Romans 7:24
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