The ashes of Your entry
Lie cold upon my brow.
The Sacrifice once made,
Is so quickly forgotten
Even as your glory burns before me.
Smoke by day and fire by night
I swear I will not forget and yet,
And yet as I walk the path
And see the charred remains of past ambitions
And tyrannical needs
I find myself walking on my own power,
And not on Yours.
My memory fails, and so
The sacrifice must be made once again.
My horror at the pain You feel as the consequence
Of my sin is suffered once again.
I stand in awe at Your resurrection, once again –
And I am reborn.
©Dan Bode 1999
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