Cursed stain, marked and sealed upon me.
Clinging to my cracked and peeling hands.
Odor foul, emanating from me,
Unclean mix of flesh and my old man.
How I can’t but kneel and offer softly,
A simple praise, my sacrificial lamb?
Humbly now I yield in sweet surrender.
Freedom gone to die and bloom again.
All alone and on the cross’s pathway.
Staring down the only road to go.
It’s a street named elimination,
Not a toll in word or deed to show.
Knowledge deep requires drastic dealings,
Natural life is sifted now away.
Never did I know how deep that well was,
Till my spring was fully dug away.
Now I see the process of removing,
All of me that’s standing in the way.
What a costly road that must be traveled,
If His body is to be displayed.
With this view there comes a revolution.
It’s not I but Christ that should remain!
And only with submission to His headship,
Will His Spirit ever lead the way.
Here I touch His body universal.
Stream divine authored by His love.
Here there’s life flowing from His Spirit.
Here there’s oneness powered by His blood.
And whenever at His glorious table,
In the unique fellowship of One.
Here partaking of His blood and body,
I testify that I cannot be but one.
Rom. 6:6; 1 Cor. 10:3-4, 16-17, 11:23-16; 2 Cor. 4:10-11; Gal. 2:20; Heb. 13:15
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