Hitting the Ground

Oh eternal spirit,
…inside this box of clay,
Raise thy voice unto the heavens,
…for soon comes the day.

This finite body,
…prison for your sin
Shall return to the ground,
…and freedom shall begin.

There'll be no more broken hearts,
…no misunderstanding love.
Only the divine purity,
…of its Creator from above.

Ne'er again shall tears,
…scald flesh to the ground.
Love shall be as it is,
…majestic and profound.

Love no more insecure,
…afraid of rejection.
But free of the flesh,
… its insecure, jealous infection.

But love as it truly is,
… beautiful, precious and pure.
The eternal gift of God,
… graceful and sure.
  
So raise thy voice unto the heavens,
…as the time draws near.
Soon you'll love without compromise, 
…without insecurity and fear.

When your spirit will soar,
…as the echo does resound,
Of clumsy putrid flesh, 
…hitting the ground!

 

 Russ Pergram