Abel Yet Speaketh

 

This is the spot
The grass, the dust
Where Brother loosed his rage
And broke my cord
And set me free
From time and place and age.
He could not see
The efficacy
Of blood poured out for sin.
He thought it took
The best of braun
And skilful smarts to win.
He missed the plan
Set out for man
To come to peace with God.
Atonement, friends
All self-help ends
Submit to Mercy’s prod!
I wish Cain knew,
Had his breakthrough.
I, all his hate forgive.
He wanders yet
In sad regret
Repent! Lost heart and live!
(A second birth
While you have breath
God will forgive.)
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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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