This Road

I did not want to go this way
I still don't, don't you see?
I took the photo-route to pay
My quest's complexity.

I still get angry that things worked
Not out on standard path,
That people had been quite the jerks
That I had felt their wrath.

Sure, I can look at all these years
Explained and understood,
But that does not remove the tears
Nor change the bad to good.

Sin has a cost, the pain is real
Like you that Easter day,
When you, rejected, death did feel,
Took bullet – stepped in way.

I find communion's got that way –
It's concrete, wine and bread;
Reminds me that this life today
Was bought – real blood was shed.

The Jews learned insights into life
Two thousand troubled years;
You stripped to ‘Judaism lite’
Their words to ease our tears –

Then trained and sent Apostles out
To bring those words to us;
Some others found what you're about,
Created quite a fuss.

But you kept on, despite their threats,
You took the hit that we
Out here who had not heard it yet
A better life might see.

They did not die, your little band,
Who came out here, our way,
At least not then, they fled their stand
To live another day.

But they came ’round when you returned
From death that Easter day;
And came to us, got slain and burned –
Again a cost did pay.

I guess you also did not like
To do this  way of death;
But concreteness of troubled life
Has so enriched our breath.

So, I turn now to carry on
And stumble down my path;
Let's see, what words could be my song –
Now freed up from God's wrath?

How ’bout – “Bring on the bread and wine
Symbolic of the cost
You paid, dear Lord, for life that's mine –
It spurs me towards the lost."

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It spurs me towards the lost.”