tpdncr4christ
03-11-2007, 12:22 AM
This is just something I wrote a long time ago, and found when cleaning my room. Just wondered what you all might think of it...
Heaven's Path
The way is gone, the path is broken,
the tax is large, your life, the token.
But ere the light still shines, across the raging sea,
reach it you cannot, but the light you do see.
A silhouette upon the beach stands 'tween the light and you;
a certain red her dress does take, an apple sort of hue.
Be weary of the chains that bind earth to your feet,
for she places shackles there when her fruit you eat.
For it is she who sees, why you walk the world,
her eyes see Fate's loom, its threads untied, unfurled.
Your head hanging low, your lot you realize,
you cut her ending gaze, by closing jaded eyes.
But soft, the light grows brighter; its power seems to gain,
your wonder lifts sights higher, your smile comes again.
He wields no sword, no shield, no armor on His skin;
for He like you is human He like you is kin.
She requires of Him reason, a message from the Light,
in answer He tells her, "Do not fight this fight."
For, His body is a sacrifice, His hands and feet the mold;
a covenant is cast by Him, His blood to take the old.
And still she seeks a tax, a payment for your life;
His face takes on a smile, His effort peace, not strife.
She stands in front of you; she is ready for the end;
He merely steps around her, defeated, her knees bend.
He breaks your chains with nails and builds a bridge of wood;
moves aside the red dress, your place is understood.
When you ask Him why, He came into this place,
His answer is just this, "My love, is saving grace."
He offers up a hand, to take it is your choice,
He seeks only your love, and to hear your voice.
In thought your eyes drift down, when the image does surprise,
your own body lies, you shan't believe your eyes.
And yet it is a comfort, to be washed clean of sin,
to hold the truth to say, "Have died, and born again."
So walk the bridge of wood I say, proclaiming loud His Grace!
Walk home swiftly friend Walk home to see His face.
-Austin
Heaven's Path
The way is gone, the path is broken,
the tax is large, your life, the token.
But ere the light still shines, across the raging sea,
reach it you cannot, but the light you do see.
A silhouette upon the beach stands 'tween the light and you;
a certain red her dress does take, an apple sort of hue.
Be weary of the chains that bind earth to your feet,
for she places shackles there when her fruit you eat.
For it is she who sees, why you walk the world,
her eyes see Fate's loom, its threads untied, unfurled.
Your head hanging low, your lot you realize,
you cut her ending gaze, by closing jaded eyes.
But soft, the light grows brighter; its power seems to gain,
your wonder lifts sights higher, your smile comes again.
He wields no sword, no shield, no armor on His skin;
for He like you is human He like you is kin.
She requires of Him reason, a message from the Light,
in answer He tells her, "Do not fight this fight."
For, His body is a sacrifice, His hands and feet the mold;
a covenant is cast by Him, His blood to take the old.
And still she seeks a tax, a payment for your life;
His face takes on a smile, His effort peace, not strife.
She stands in front of you; she is ready for the end;
He merely steps around her, defeated, her knees bend.
He breaks your chains with nails and builds a bridge of wood;
moves aside the red dress, your place is understood.
When you ask Him why, He came into this place,
His answer is just this, "My love, is saving grace."
He offers up a hand, to take it is your choice,
He seeks only your love, and to hear your voice.
In thought your eyes drift down, when the image does surprise,
your own body lies, you shan't believe your eyes.
And yet it is a comfort, to be washed clean of sin,
to hold the truth to say, "Have died, and born again."
So walk the bridge of wood I say, proclaiming loud His Grace!
Walk home swiftly friend Walk home to see His face.
-Austin