Poem: Sin

Shut up God,

I’m in charge,

No place for you.

Such is the depth of my depravity,

That every atom lodging in this frame

Rebels with unashamed impunity

Against the One who formed and so did name

Me as His own – imagine that insanity!

Who would pay thought to save this helpless slave,

Who revels in his self-condemning state?

Him, whose voice shone light into the dark, gave  

Him to see the tree on which the debt was paid,

Where Christ – the promised king submitted to the grave.

Thus,

Saved by God,

I’ve no charge,

None could but you.