Millpond Poetry
Of Jesus Christ, Preached
What would you have me say?
That I err in my profession of faith?
That God is dead,…
though He is in my head?
My heart,
my thoughts,
my soul?
Am I to assume that since you’re bereft,
that Christ was never, if so…
He left?
That you can spout your secular zeal,
that so many more agree with you…
support your way?
As if majority rules?
Really? I’d say…
Oh, God, have mercy… yes, shine…
be thou theirs and mine…
let blind men see.
But if in justice You stand,
not condemning those already condemned,
but by Your eternal decree, sentencing…
know that I knelt to plea,
may Your judgment of them
find fault in me…
my unwillingness to say…
there is no other name under heaven;
but Jesus, and He alone.
Millpond Poetry, 2016
