Reconcile

I Saw a Vision…

. . .And I saw a youth standing in a dim room,

It wasn’t a home, nor a lab.

It was as silent, yet active, as a mother’s womb.

Being the only live being in that space,

She stood twiddling her feet childishly,

With gentle curiosity on her face.

Adorned in a ballerina’s leotard,

As Eve’s innocent nakedness,

When she was set in Eden’s yard.

in this mysterious vision I made to see,

This little girl a representation

of young Adam and Eve.

Before her wisdom came to be,

This little youth being only 3,

Had been conned by a slithering shadow being.

It deceived her so that with God’s will her heart would disagree.

Turning from the fatherly Voice that made her,

The very guidance of her designer and Creator.

Leaving us with a sin-stained picture,

Could there ever be…

That heaven on earth intended;

A spiritual utopia.

The flesh and the spirit realm

Could no longer be blended.

It could’ve made God’s will come to pass.

But oh, how sin did separated us!

Like zoo glass between humans, animals and nature,

That cursed chasm fixed between us and our Creator.

Now, mankind not understanding simple rights and wrongs.

Like sheep we’ve all gone astray,

Making morals up as we go along.

Man-made ethics, human stress,

Racism and country wars,

Just a world-wide game of chess.

But oh, how the Voice watches,

And oh how He pleads,

“Only through My Son can you be reconciled to Me!”

2020 years ago, a punishment Jesus paid,

On that rugged cross His life He willingly laid.

And in hell there was a battle,

Against the evil one who preyed…

Upon our souls. Yes, the devil.

A war on against him was waged.

For from the beginning the serpent tried to peddle,

Lies against God,

Indeed, with truth it tried to meddle,

But for you reconciliation can still be settled.

Settled through the blood of Jesus.

God rose above it all.

You are not too far away

We can be awoken out of mankind’s fall.

Rejoice for our King has performed,

A new thing never done before.

Breaking sin-chains of the repentant,

Enriching the spiritually poor.

You see, although sin spread

Just like black water,

The Father determined to defend the little girl,

His beloved daughter.

“Is there any other I have created,

That could look more like Me?

Is there any in all of My creation,

That I have made with such glee?

No, there is no other

that on earth could be my hands and feet.

In all the world, among the nations,

Here are My sons and daughters,

My eternal incarnations.”

Although through sins deceptions,

The image of God in man was lost,

Through the new Adam,

Yes Jesus,

reconciliation was purchased at a high cost.

Her song:

“My sins are paid, my life is spared

By the Creator, who knows every hair on My head.

For the Inventor who knows my every ligament and joint.

Resurrected His Son,

the One He did anoint.

Jesus stretched out His hands faithfully to save her,

She looked up and cheerfully ran to her Saviour.

Fleeing from the darkness and leaving it behind,

That lizard, who once did make her blind.

For from it’s half-truths,

God did unwind,
His daughter’s thoughts

And renewed her mind.

She scurries towards Him panting cheerfully,

reaching for the Father’s hand,

but then she sees,

“How pure and Holy are the hands of He,

But upon my hands I see another history.

The muck and the mire of yesterday’s hurts.

Could these memory stains grieve Him?”

And slowly the little girl,

begins to revert.

Gripping her own sin-stained hands in despise,

Oh, how futile are the thoughts of the guilt-laden wise!

Creeping shamefully away from the light,

And Jesus sees,

“If only people would understand this,

That it’s not about you it is about Me”

The girl in this story doesn’t realise,

That for every one step back,

Her faith slowly dies.

Self-centred, self-focussed,

Filled with yesterday’s regret.

Missing the future with her Creator,

Her mind gets caught in the guilt-shame net.

The King still stands and watches.

Yes, He sees.

Tearful as His daughter sees His light,

And yet flees.

Running from the new life,

That sacred open door,

All for the raging remembrance,

Of her yesterday’s flaws.

This vision, though as odd as it may seem,

Is a reminder, that without care,

This could be you and me.

Don’t miss the power of God

that could forever change us.

Remember it’s blood of Jesus

that can make a human soul
stainless.