There is hope

There is hope,
Dream not of death
For he will live tomorrow
And you will see his face.

His dwelling is known,
It has been told to you.
Think of that day when
You will fly on, beaming.

It is not done for you.
Selfish and terrible but
It was never about you.
He is God, you are not God.

Inescapable, inexplicable
Horror, terror, blameless slaughter,
For in his presence
Sin meets its death.

Dead but alive – I am.
Others have not mine,
Theirs now my duty.
Words carry more than meaning.

There is a hope
Founded in fear.
Trembling you must come
Broken by his call.

Fall and be crushed
Under the weight of his
Terrible beauty and
Surpassing goodness.

God has come to
Steal for himself those
Who by sleep have taken
Themselves from their start.

Bad made good.
Good made good in him.
Find the perfect,
Find your yes in him.