The Blood Will Never Loose Its Power

I saw the wreckege of my dispair,
Cast upon the water.
and some how the world grew smaller there,
As I sat amidst the fodder.

The trickle down of blood,
and iron splintered wood in brightest day's darkest hour.
I wait and hope in the mud,
that these will never loose their power.


It is the Christian who has so much to loose.

To be called upon from eternity past to abandone all things, is the whisper of wonder that breaches all boundaries and bridges all gaps between the lips of Him, betrayed by a sinner's kiss, and the sinner's ear.

Yet after the knee is bent, and the head has bowed, what if nothing happens? What if change never comes? What if the world goes on as it always has and hearts are darkened still?

What if I am still left helpless to escape myself, and still no victory comes? What if my story ends and stone table doesnt crack, the ring is not destroyed, the third day never comes, and the tomb remains sealed and dark?

Then it is the Christian that is to be most pitied, it is the Christian that will taste a most bitter drink and drown slowly in the deepest, coldest water. For it is the Christian who has lost the most.

To have seen that bright goodness from afar, and know that he or she will never reach to touch and taste. To have, for a time, seen such beauty and light mixed with love and tender hope warmed by a promise of a happily ever after when all darkness would vanish, and all tears would be dried forever. Then to see it all vanish as it never was, and become again another blip in a meaningless wreck of void and vice, vacume and violence. To fall so deeply in love, only to find your lover has betrayed you and was never who you thought he or she was, to find that he or she never loved you and you have been played for a fool. To then for all times after, remember the wedding day as a lie.

To see what a holy God could of been, and fall in love knowing that it will never be.

Yes, the Christian has the most to loose. So do not judge us harshly, do not think of us as witless fools holding to our cosmic teddy bear in order to escape the truth, unable to cope with this scary world. We know what we believe and daily pay the cost of believing it. We see, more clearly than you think, the reality of this world and the granduer and unbeliveablitly of the world we claim lies beyond it. We feel the sting of doubt more then you ever will, and we lie in bed wondering more than you think. Yet we believe and we remain.

And you may ask why...

Because the blood has never lost its power.