“Come, let us return to the Lord;
For He has torn, but he will heal us;
He has stricken, but He will bind us up . . .”
We are so fallen
We are so desperate
Standing next to the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil
Enjoying the shade
Enjoying the sound of the wind through it’s leaves
Looking at the fruit
Deciding for ourselves
Why do I do that which I do not want to do
Why don’t I do the things I want to do
Why do we stand in the shade of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil
Why do we stand there and stare.
Waiting for the fruit to drop
Fallen and bruised
So we wait in the shade
for the Heel to crush the snake.
He came. HE CAME.
“On the third day he will raise us up,
that we may live in His sight.”
Let us offer the sacrifice or our lips
Because we didn’t seek Him, and yet He seeks us.
He stretches out His arms all day long,
to a stubborn people.
And then He stretched out His arms, one day.
While we were yet His enemies.
Bleeding for the ungodly.
“I will heal their backsliding,
I will love them freely,
For My anger has turned away from him.”
Our Savior, saving us each day.
Delivered and being delivered.
The shadow of the cross falls over me.
I lie on my face under the weight of its shadow.
My dust, to dust
His glory, to glory
He says, “I am like a green cypress tree;
Your fruit is found in Me.”
The Cross had roots
The Cross had shade.
The Cross had fruit.
The Cross budded new life.