Holy Surrendered. -

Holy Surrendered. -

Amy Elizabeth

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	[Jul. 20th, 2011\|01:31 am]
"And I saw him, Death with his mighty sting Exhaling in every breath a platy brings To the grave he gave victory Triumphing over life with the fear of endless sleep Endlessly we hide from our mortality Mortally wounded from birth we lie to ourselves from infancy Infinitely investing time in a life that will inevitably that will be taken by this incredible creature that now stands before me... Oh Death... He manifests himself on ordinary days Six foot stomach growls with hunger pains For his meal he cannot wait, So we are forced to taste him even before the grave We are all dying, There is no other way. I see Him in Haitian and Japanese earthquakes, He is hating the escapees of his cruel wakes I see him in poverty Impoverishing the quality of life For regions that are reachable and in those with the reach who find reason to not reach out and treat what is treatable... I see him in disease taking life out of uninfected yet, affected families I see him in oppression, pressing down on the oppressed and oppressor I see him in depression, in Prozac and pain pills, In razor blades and bed side wills. I see him in abuse, physical, mental, emotional misuse. I see him in spiritual confusion, Material obsession, physical possessions. I see him in marital transgressions, Childhood remorse from an ugly divorce. I see him in our slavery to appearances, Appearing to care more about our images than those in dying villages. I see him in our ignorance, ignoring truth of some comfortable inference I see his emergence in our church as we pull out emergency verses that determines to religious differences going on the defensive, defending our ways of worship making community worthless. Death is killing us, before we even enter the surface of the Earth. We are in service of His words. 'It is finished.' The end of our birth. We cannot hide from his wretched curse. For death and his grave we constantly rehearse. Even God Himself was coerced. Divinity immersed itself in humanity, humbling taking on flesh, scorn and vanity. The World saw His way of life as insanity. Insisting that He cease speaking of this radical Christianity. But man found Him guilty, Accusing God of blasphemy. Performing the ultimate dissertation by slaying Christ on Calvary. But through their cowardly cross, Jesus embossed kind with amnesty championing over death with the beauty of His fatal injury. And I know that many still doubt and rightfully so... Bringing up this inquiry, 'what does that poor Jewish man dying on a Roman tree 2,000 years ago have to do with me?' I reply simply, Christ came to die to marry His bride-to-be, though death could kill the groom- it could not kill the ring. God made us one with Christ and life in matrimonies cling, now the undying church, His everliving wife can sing, 'Oh death where is your sting? Oh grave where is your victory? For we have risen above your misery, we will not succumb to your finality. We have overcome your infamous mystery and your infinite reign of Christ ministry for we are the resurrection- the insurrection of fatality, we are the risen deity, the intersection dead, yet living body. We live through imperfections for we die to become Holy. We can not be contained by the mouth of the grave. We are the reeling slaves who rose from that garden cave, we pass through death to new birth. We gave the grave to the Earth- and we claim today the crosses worth. The body of it's rising... we are the risen church.'"
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