Mikey's Poetry Book, Ch. 22

The Cold Sweat of Wasted Time

If I don’t use this breath

to get your words out

I’ve proven myself unworthy

of the time so graciously given.

If I fail to stand on truth

and walk in love

then I have insulted

the blood spilled on my behalf.

I open myself up to You

have mercy and open up the table once more

bring the flesh

bring the blood

I’ll give my life

though it will never cover the cost.

Yet,

who am I to speak of a cost?

An ancient debt

already paid.

Death and doom

both silenced

Your reign

solidified eternal.

May I not even consider

the cost

for in the light of Your face

it means nothing.

I am to be laid down before you

in humility

and joyous servitude

to be made whole by your compassion

and set forth

into the world.

Break the jaw of the wicked.