PAD Challenge, Prompt #24: write a prayer poem
An explanation of what prayer is for me- the freedom to enter the presence of a righteous God, to know that I am forgiven and pardoned from my utter unworthiness, and to commune with Him freely.
I enter the court and the judge
stands before me, righteous and
demanding of the same from me,
who knows only wickedness.
I cower before him, wanting to hide
my weakness, my filth, ashamed
to even look at his face, in his eyes,
knowing my sentence too well.
I shudder to think of the years
that must be spent abandoned
in some dark place of torture,
left only with my own stench.
I hear then- more than a whisper,
like a gavel slamming down- the
pronouncement, my sentence;
someone must pay the price.
I wonder astonished when I hear
that my life has been pardoned!
my transgression wiped clean, that
I no longer live with my sentence.
I stand amazed in the presence
of my upright judge, who has paid
the price of my crime with his blood,
pardoned me through his own pain.
I look and he calls to me, longing
for friendship with me, wanting me
like a father estranged from his child,
yearning for me to come home.
I run to him, boldly approaching his
throne, eager to talk and to know him,
hearing his thoughts, sharing them,
trusting his offering of love for me.
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©Elizabeth A. Johnson. 2011.