I stepped out of yesterday
Into today, out of my sorrow
Into the joy and peace surpassing
That comes from confessing
The harm I have carried out
Instead of what was done to me

What was inflicted on yours truly
Is not mine to confess, but to forgive
What I have been is mine to acknowledge
Poised as a mantis or prone alone
Once I plead guilty and rest in His mercy
The judge can pass sentence gracefully

Having made a bed to recline on
Is no proof of where I must nest
For faith is evidence of something undone
Not by human hands, or human design
And something unseen by mortal rest
But known to the reposed Spirit alone

Which way is up or what custom is down
Is it the confession or the forgiveness
That makes one cursed and one blessed
Is it a percentage of the law of death
Or the commandment to love and believe
Do we buy or find a way to the kingdom

Do we remove the leaven from our temples
Do we paint the doorpost of the porch
Do we rip our own veil to see His face
Are we carried on the wind beneath His wings
Yoked together with simpler burdens
Having a better attitude about the same place

© 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.