it’s raining pain if you know where to look
just where to strain your eyes
it’s raining fear and trauma and lament
they’re falling through the skies
each one a universe that kept someone
from living joyous lives
each one a world of sorrow and regret
with bleakness in their eyes
it’s raining rage in its most ugly form
a blanketing of hate
it’s raining treachery and failure
every color, every fate
it’s raining hurt and tears and torture
and each time that we’ve been caught
a pavilion, cavalcade
of billions casting off their lot
where does it come from this parade
of ugly, never-ending yuck
it comes from us, our good intentions
and the refuse of our muck
each life He catches, He envelopes
in two arms of pearly white
encompasses the worst about us
grabs it tight, no gap in sight
He's almost workmanlike, a tractor
backing up with its rough load
detaching sin from its proud victim
dumping trash off of the road
and all at once the bond is broken
chains that held us disappear
the poison gone we start to shiver
goodbye sorrow, goodbye fear
He cuts the abscess off the body
rips the poison from the soul
and in a blink we breathe, forgiven
unfamiliarly made whole
because the ugly has been taken
and the battle has been won
and now the only job that's left
is done by our beloved Son
He rolls the nasty pile away
and moves it toward the vast expanse
we watch, unblistered and unbroken
and unplugged from our dark trance
in one sharp moment it is gone
weight of destruction and despair
the fleshpot falls, the skin sack soars
as it flies tumbling through the air
and there is no return to sender
there's no hiding in a cleft
for He has dropped it off the cliff
and we are His, no questions left
let’s take a moment, reevaluate
the thickness of our skin
to see we're floating where we've trudged
embrace the light without, within
the weight that held us down unbreathing
grief and evil-soaking plunder
vanished as each chosen child
is wrapped up tight in love and wonder
it’s raining sin if you know where to look
just where to strain your eyes
can you imagine, what a view
as countless millions, toward Him rise
I saw an image the other night. I don’t remember what I was praying about, but across my mental TV screen flickered a puddle of bloody, broken flesh. Two white, almost mechanical arms encircled it entirely, snapped it off and started pulling it away. There was no emotion, no regret. Then the perspective switched and I saw something like a vast waterfall, with these flesh puddles flooding over the edge in a regular pattern, on and on.
I wrote the majority of this poem in about five minutes, and then puzzled over the scene for the rest of the night until finally drifting off to sleep. What I am left with is this — no matter what it really looks like, what an amazing view God must have! Seated on His throne, watching His children rise.
This shows God's great love for us to save us and give us salvation!!
Kinda gory! 😳 But then sin is. Wow! It makes me stop and really think about what He really saved us from.