Divine

I stand among the desolation,
the broken, crumbling ruins of a bygone age.
I watch with apathy as my body to dust returns.
A howling wind cries out with savagery,
as it prowls among the silenced echoes of something Divine

I stand among the scoffers,
the jeering, taunting paragons of a damned age.
I watch with hatred as Your body yields Your Spirit
A savage earthquake breaks out with justice,
as You open a long-closed door to something Divine

I stand at the cross,
the silent, desolate hill; the start of a glorious age.
I watch with joy as Your Spirit comes to my body.
A celebration is heard in every corner of Heaven,
as You bring a lost son into Your presence Divine

I stand at the mirror,
the glorious, amazing image; the prelude to the eternal age.
I watch with awe as this dust is transformed into Your Image.
A cry of praise is heard, bursting from my heart like You burst from the grave,
as I spend this mortal coil growing closer to You; my joy: Divine