Named

O LORD, how weak I am,
give me strength—Yours—
to own You and to
wear Your Name
indelibly.

Let me
be
Your
own

chosen
bride,
choosing to be
covered by Your blood
—Your name my identity.

Lent Week 3: Seeing Eyes

Oculi: Round Opening, Eyes

(Lent Week Three)

Sin's darkness blinds--

Pit of despair

That sucks down

The heart, mind,

My very self,

Until I become

A shadow self

Under sin's grind

Something pulls me

To look up

From this hole--

Blind eyes see!

Climbing the darkness

Toward grey light,

Clawing upward, longing

To be free

Gasping, I spill

From the mouth

Of the abyss

My spine athrill--

My wavering self

A flickering shadow,

In and out,

And almost nil

There, before me

A mighty Lion

Blazes burnished gold--

Blind eyes see!

In His face

Love is bold,

By His wounds

I am free

His amber eyes

Burn the fire

Of bright sadness--

Sorrow His prize,

Pain His reward,

His life blood

Given in gladness,

Wounds to cauterise 

Lion of light

Illumines my eyes,

Enfleshes my shadow-self,

Scatters sin's night--

The Lamb slain,

Rising to life,

Is the Lion

Showing His might

Eyes open wide

At this mystery

Proclaimed long ago

And now descried--

In the once

And future King--

Lion-Lamb, Who

Calls me bride.

Lent Week 2: Remember

Reminiscere: Remember

(Lent week two)

Do you recall

Our wedding day?

Face to face,

Clasping hands tightly,

Your veil removed—

You were mine,

I AM yours

Why are you

At this corner,

Selling your worth,

Eyes looking down?

Why are you

Naked and bloody,

Abandoned and forlorn?

You are Mine

Don't you remember

That I AM

Your Maker-Husband

Who loves you?

O! Let Me

Take your face

In both hands

Eyes meeting Mine

Call to mind

Only My love,

Though you've run

Far from Me—

Do not flinch

Or turn away;

Willingly I forgive,

I AM yours

Belovéd, called one,

My beautiful bride,

Leave your sin,

Be made clean

In My blood;

Remember that you

Are forever Mine—

I AM yours.