Enter the tomb

Once filled with the bones of us and

By us I mean Sin. Death. Corruption. Pride. Human.

This stinking grave is on ancient grounds

Ancient history that permeates the halls of our physical bodies as well as history

You can smell it in the air.

This was always meant to be where all the rot came to a head

Where every corpse and every living soul would be destined to become intertwined in a much larger, more heavenly story

Supernaturally written and edited

Know that this is Golgotha, the place of the skull,

Where Doubt and Apathy are required to die

Where Faith in the wood and the nails must finally be buried

 

We know that a sinful woman realizes, even Saul knows, flaws well enough and how a crowd’s mentality, a people’s practicality, will isolate and brand, but also of Kleenex

But each of you are as guilty as the other

It was sin, it was humanity that gutted the mention of grace and mercy

You stood in the crowd and held stones to let one bleed on the

Rough rocks

Watching the One being dragged to the lock and key that is the end

But death was a misconception

Realize that faith walks through the garden and the armed skin barricades

Down blood stained carpets, up and through the skulls of the past and of the failures

I hope you know that it is beyond possible to lose faith

In fact it’s expected

Who told you that we were bullet proof?

Who told you that our battle armor shielded us from harm, from strife?

We all must walk up the hill

Bloodied and tattered

Betrayed and beaten

Scarred with our crosses on our backs

But forever will His Cross be tattooed on our hearts on our souls

So walk the waters like Peter

Yes, he sank, but

Ye of faith, would you tread rivers?

Or would you spread arms and legs open wide into the ocean

 

Storms rage and ebony clouds blanket the sky

Releasing drops of water, topped with with red icing

Sinking within the earth, mud caked with blood streams

And wooden rot

It was gore and water that flowed out of his body

When metal met flesh, when nine tails of anguish greeted the

One begotten Only Son

Holy is His name

For it was He that bled for us

For me and you he shed his skin, his life

It will not be by decay that we will be lost

But by a thief, by sleight of hand, by tricks and show

Distraction is one of the enemy’s greatest weapons

And it will not be by works or by formalities that

We will be found, saved

But by a Storm Sailor

By a Chaos treader

By a Mighty and Powerful Savior

Brave enough to fall and bare the sin

Like a cloak, a blanket to surround a naked body

To die as an ordinary criminal, to erode in humanity

 

Follow the road to where Christ rested

Where the enemy itself was beheaded

Yet there we are only to find that three heads emerge

Scripture said He rose with all power

Christ raised from the tomb

No longer being restricted by this reality overrun by a fallen people

Overrun but not overtaken

His plan has come to fruition

For God is Triune, in all His magnificence,

Grace is His fire breathing beast,

Three heads:

The Father

The Son

The Holy Spirit

Baptism by fire

Birthing pure gold

Romans 3:23 says that “all men have fallen short”

Short of the His glory, short of His Majesty

When have we been worthy

Yet, He is merciful

How can we ever measure up?

We can’t. We can’t. Let’s be honest

But we have been cleansed Purity bestowed upon God’s sons and daughters

Therefore, we must run. Run like Peter and John

Stretch and stride like Peter and John

Who must know the news, an impossibility

Being no stranger to the supernatural

Or to resurrection, but realize that each had a factor of two

Yet, to find the tomb removed and the stone rolled askew

Death’s bill came due, as it always does

Salvation was bought and gifted to empty husks

Salvation was gifted to US

A bridge once set ablaze has been rebuilt with His initial inscribed

Upon its pavement and bricks

A world once broken by corruption

Was engraved with His initials Christ

As it has always been. And we were given the opportunity to be made whole

In the perfection of his love and glory

In Him is the power to destroy or restore the soul

This is a resurrection story.

Now enter into his eternity

And know His everlasting Grace

For Christ. There is none like you

None like you. The Faithful one

Jesus. Messiah. Lord. Let your will be done.

Now Let the Dead Resurrect

Exit the Tomb