sometimes the weight of humanity
(including my own)
weighs down my little soul
until it practically sickens me.
If my finite self can be so
crushed with the futile tragedy
of the depraved rejectors of their only cure
how on earth or in the heavens above
must Christ have felt
He who knew no sin Himself
who wasn't only a reawakened dust-mote
but the All Encompassing, bound in a body
how must it have felt to have
all the massive sin of everyone, everywhere
for the entire span of time
on His shoulders?
Perfect holy shoulders,
How could they not break
under just one breath of sin?
How could he be willing to
walk beside man and his fallenness
let alone bend under it?
If we could comprehend-
Oh, for the grace to ever truly
appreciate and feel it-
we would be a different
people. Our burden would be
a different one, more profound
and yet lighter.
How can we point our noses and
play at church
when God let sin touch
Himself for our disgusting selves?
written January 11 2016
xxx I've been debating over posting this for a long time... I don't want to sound judgmental, especially towards the end, because believe me, I'm talking to myself. Always talking to myself. Here it is, anyways. xxx