colours of redemption
if only they knew
soft minds melding molding
mixing with
society's debris
hands pulling reaching
carressing lies
smiles
forced and fearful
ignorant to His face
in the
shadows
His tears
red as wine
His body
stretched out like canvas
painted
with the
colours of
redemption
posted by kanadians in korea @ 6:52 AM
2 Comments:
I love that last metaphor - body stretched like canvas, painted with the colours of redemption. Too often church deteriorates into black-and-white!
His love is more beautiful than sunsets or fantacies or symphonies. In you, Em, He shines brightly.
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