Poem of Cleansing

Adoration of the Christ Child - Gerard Honthorst

A promised beacon

willing to guide me home.

Flesh coming into the world

to absorb every stain

of my sin.

The Word of the Father

spoken through the sonnets

of prophets.

Songs of Kings

and angels

weaving the fabric

of a covenant.

Come into our world,

for we are no longer shepherds.

We are bound to luxury

and not the land.

We do not see the signs

of Your time.

Come as a child,

when our hearts are coldest.

My soul longs

and my heart aches.

Come as my savior

pour out

upon me

Your cleansing blood.

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