"And the Lord God took the man and put him into the garden…. To dress it and keep it".

Poetry Challenge # 4, Grace, Bonnie, #13

 

Guilty of Grace

 

Robed in humiliation, back of the crowd

Dead man walking, sin was my shroud

Death and despair of my own making

No expectations, hell's walls quaking

 

Gaping hole;  its mouth open wide

In one fell swoop to take me inside

Completing the work that sin had begun

I had no strength nor energy to run

 

The eyes so serene; a sight to behold

Looking on me; were they not cold?

No; these held a look of compassion

Contrary to what had been the fashion

 

I could not look, turned my gaze to the ground

For never such great love had I found

In that moment my misery had ended

God's saving grace to me was extended