by John T Kane

Mine was a broken methodology
That closely mirrored prodigality
I was the only one too blind to see
My mind had carried out a mutiny.

Confirmed yet hiding from the truth, I ran
Aboard a ship to Tarshish, fled Your holy plan
Unfortunately fruitless, I began
To try to close a door that no one can.

I had just gotten intimate with pride
Aligned my footfalls with my ego’s stride
The Lover of my soul I had denied
I’d nailed Him to the Cross on which He died

When perfect Justice lifted up my head
And told me not to seek amongst the dead
The Living One, whose words are writ in red
Whose scars tell of the precious Blood He shed.

Oh Jesus, now to You I give my all
And even though I'm carrying the fall
My spirit is alive, however small
So to Your altar back again I crawl.

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John T Kane is a Christian philosopher, poet, singer-songwriter, worship leader, and teacher. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and their toy poodle, Andy. He has been writing poetry for nearly a decade.