Why the Cross? (wading through the fog)

What is this SIN
Chains melted to my skin
molded to my bones
Crusted and weathered
Peeling from guilt
Shameless promotion
of filth.

What is the CROSS?
What was the cost?
Blood from GOD
Blood from His Son
Blood from the Spirit
Three in One

Symbol of what?
What hath God wrought?
Little forgiven (so it seems)
Little given
Little
just a jot or tittle
Yet what depths
of despair
Why did He care?

GRASP…?
GASP!
I SPat in His Face!
What place have I?
I denied
I killed
and still
live for thrills

MERCY!
…I’m told
but yet
yet…I’m bold
SIN!
WHY?
Do I believe?
My flesh says
“I can achieve!”

Oh wicked heart
what hope is
there of you?
I will count only
to two
..you fall
you fail
you’re frail

I say to myself
“HOPE IN GOD!”
What is hope?
everything is hazy
maybe I’m lazy
maybe I’m crazy
but just maybe
The answer is
simple
and my mind
is playing defense…

8/20/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved


Written from the perspective of a lost person dealing with the realization of their sin and the Cross.

Till Death Do Us Part

I see the serpent
in the darkness
manifesting as light
The father of lies
fighting for their
minds

I will stand up for them
I will kneel down for them
I will bleed out for them
I will give my last breath
till death
till life
ends

Little minds
so innocent
They’re free from
the filth
of your deceit
of your curse
of your chains

I will stand up for them
I will kneel down for them
I will bleed out for them
I will give my last breath
till death
till life
ends

Turn now
DEVIL
for your doom
is sure
I call upon
the Rock
so Holy
so Pure

He will stand up for them
You will kneel down to Him
For He bled for them
Gave His last breath for them
till death
Resurrected life
Your END

8/20/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved

You Wear My Shoes

You wear my shoes
and yeah all kids do it.
But this time it’s different
you look up at me
and I see
I see
me

ME

Who am I?
The question for the
ages right?
I go to the mirror
to see this man
you want to be.
It’s not what I
want to see
for I see
I see
me

Free

I must free
this man
in the mirror
Take away
his fears
take away his
tears
I smear them
on the glass
and write
your name

Break

I must break
this man
My fist
clenches
with all
my might
I punch
the mirror
bleeding
with hope

Carry

A piece of glass
sticks in my
hand
The scar
I carry
always
reminding
me
of what
I saw
and what
I want
to see.

In you

In me

8-1-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved