God is a poet, an artist, and a lover.
Creator and Friend.
Rest in time of distress.
Hope and Judge.
The Judge calls for order.
You upon the stand.
“How do you plead?”
Guilty.
You are undoubtedly that which are as followed –
Murder.
Liar.
Cheat.
Slanderer.
Gossiper.
Rapist.
And above all:
Hater.
For it is the heart
of a man that is on trial.
If convicted, you are delivered Death.
If convicted, you reap Wrath –
The Just Wrath of a Just Judge.
Silence is enveloped.
A sentence is packaged.
Justice must be served.
Repentance.
“I’m sorry!” is the cry.
But the deeds have been committed.
What else can be done?
Where is Hope?
The Just Judge stands.
The One and Only Judge who has done no wrong.
Known no evil.
Felt no pain.
“I will take the penalty of this man.”
Freedom.
Life.
Wisdom.
The Just Wrath has been taken.
But can Death keep grasp of the Just Judge?
One who has never done evil?
No.
Thus,
Justice – appeased.
Mercy – given.
Grace – received.
How great and glorious is the righteous Judge who pays the penalty
of the repenting!
