Poem- Inheritance
This poem accompanies The Logic of God podcast, Genesis 46, Part 2.
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The Word of God
is steeped in blood
smeared in ash and
fragments left of generations
and not just the words of the Savior.
Boiled in the blood of the
warriors who created pathways of access
never before seen,
who paved roads to understanding
and a relationship with
The One True God
not seen or understood since
He walked here among us.
Do you see it?!
The gift of the staff and the
call of the flame?
The footprints beside us
where no man can be seen?
The gift of soaked pages means
He has returned
as much as He’s willing
biding His time as we
cultivate the garden.
The brick on your shelf
the dust jacket put to good use
because it’s actually dusty;
the thing you stack beneath more
pressing matters,
building up pressure driving
streams of blood upon your floor-
the voices are crying out
“Heed me! Drink of the cup!
Hurry up! Hurry up!”-
but you wrestle and sigh
pursuing values you deem higher.
Your Bible was fought for and won
across generations of hatred and violence
eons of persecution and division
not seen in the world today.
Laying burned at the stake,
stoned and boiled in oil,
not only crucified, but tortured
on the backs of men who
perpetuated and protected its contents
so that you could have it today.
Your inheritance is before you
but like Esau, you despise it,
not even hiding it in caves,
but rather hiding it in plain sight,
its richness a foreign ideal and
not permitted to bury itself in your breast
to transform the being within.
You could glow with radiance like
Moses but instead you shroud yourself
pretending that the victorious book
will keep for when there’s more time.
If time is out, and you are wasted
the flesh molded carefully
and the breath boldly added
is flayed from your soul like
the flesh of Christ’s back
will you then see its value?
You are loved
so love them
those who gave so you could have
God’s voice and His presence
eternal security and answers-
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Pick it up and remember
every gnarled, shaking hand who
Defended
Developed
Your Inheritance.
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