The encounter

The dignity and grace of the human is beyound our comprehension

 

 

To think that our flesh and blood is already in heaven,
What a thought,
That to my being eludes,
No other renders me more satisfying,
That humanity has been graced, blessed, honored, and digified,
By him whose death did not see the face of curruption.
To prove an empty grave,
But what physical proof?
Compared to the jewel of that faith,
That beyond any shatttered doubt,
Keeps me running the race.
All because of the Saviour,
Whose ascenion into eternity,
Did not leave behind a speck of that physique,
So as I trod through lifes endless wanders,
That all too soon descend in the bowels of this classic,
My eyes are fixed to that which I believe.
As I walk to the finish line,
To await this crowning,
Which has become that of mine.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

The dignity and grace of humanity is beyound our comprehension

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

A Rite of Passage, of sorts...and I say AMEN.