Immortal Clone
Who is me that Thou art mindful of?
Son of whom, of whom thou taketh account?
Am I not a fleeting breath?
Whose days are but shadows in all
I dwell in the confinement of flesh
And I’m plagued within its precincts*
Battling my spirit to do Thy bidding
From the grasp of mine weakling self
Salvaged from the claws of the world prince
Placed above his powers and principles
But still in craving for his barns, in my exalted stance
Wherein my thought knows the now not hereafter
Who is me that Thou wouldst rescue
Upon a cross of eternal, inestimable cost?
Is not I who gambled mine Master’s robe?
The one who bailed Barabas and nailed thee?
Upon being nailed I urged Thee to free Thyself?
Who stabbed thy side and fed Thee with vinegar?
Having from start betrayed Thee with a kiss
Nurtured and grown in mine heart
Is it me thou call meekest man on earth?
Man after thine own heart?
Most faithful in the surrounds of Jerusalem?
Maybe it’s another not me wholly vile
Who vituperate rather than praise
And when like praise it seems
Mine heart is in galloping stance from thy stable
Someone else is fit to be called thine
And most befitting is mine neighbor’s unborn son
I dare not claim a title I can not defend
For though mine heart is evil
I know the limit of mine stumble
I would wait a while and be sure
Who it is that Christ Jesus came to save
Who in all is worth a visit from this begotten Son?
A visit that cost heaven a whole life
And the eternal Father, His son’s presence
It is not I that could be called worthy!
Of all the spikes that adorn mine being!
But I hear a different voice
Claiming for me an everlasting love
Proven by a most prized possession
It feigns not its reassuring call ~
Oh! That I could believe this voice!
But how on earth do I doubt it?
The one whose palms were holed
Who filled mine net that caught naught all night
Who in mine glare stood still the sea by His words
Unimaginable yet is, how of few bread and fish
Four and a different five thousand spake of fill
If I was only told of these exploits
I would have trained mine mind to doubt
But I’m witness to these and more
Hence do I believe if He says it
That sufficient for me is His grace
And of His immortal content
Has established me a personal clone
Though unstable and below standard afore
I’m redeemed and quelled of my fear now
For to me His words are Spirit, Life and Light
Wonderfully and fearfully composed
Unashamed, lo happy is me
For my God is the Lord
Who has unreservedly called me son!
Romans 5:8-10 “8 But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. 9 Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him. 10 For if when we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life.”(NKJV)