The Redeemed

(A lone voice whispers)

Once I stood in front of life's very mirrors, lit inside with such fire.

Walked like a true dreamer unaffected by desire.

 Whose sacred voice was protected by angelic lyres.

But I fell.

Only to be denounced by the King of all liars.

Then Corinthians 12:9 arrived.

Slipped like a secret note under my door. 

It just read, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

And in that stillness, even though denouncement remained amongst all that pain.

I heard a voice whisper, “Be brave; your game is not over yet. For in you I'll forever dwell.

And that thought, never forget so I can save you from being tempted by Hell.

So today, rise and stand up strong.

Dare to make mistakes and accept your wrong, but in doing so. Try to sing my song.

That you have all my gifts to be remade complete even while you sleep or grieve.

For all you have to do is in me believe.

And I swear I will never leave.

And this tale pass on. So others can sing my song.”

So listener in the mists. Read this aloud or with silent eyes. For by doing so. You summon incarnated Hope, which will never die.

Goodbye…

“Hosanna.

When thou need'st to be saved. Call for me from beyond the honour'd grave.

Hosanna.

Hosanna.

Oh my Lord.

Come to me and save.

Hosanna 

Oh my Lord.

Come to me and save.

Hosanna.”

(C)

Copyright John Duffy