After I've Shredded Christ's Precious Flesh

After I’ve shredded Christ’s precious flesh
Then I hear satan’s laughter
My legs were the battlefield of the ages
The scratches were against my Lord
with every drag of the razor
the skin I should have valued
has died on me
But He died for me
I didn’t need to bleed
I didn’t have to tear at my sins
like that

After I’ve shredded Christ’s precious flesh
sixty demons have been run off
when I’ve cried “Abba”
His tears wash out my wounds
what is the reason for this flood
of violence that has no reason
but instinctual mourning
that goes back to the Baal
worshippers, ripping at their
bodies to get the attention
of some demon
then Elijah cried out
to the Almighty,

After I’ve shredded Christ’s precious flesh
thousands of needles stab at me
and the legs the Lord meant
for spreading the gospel
is swaddled in bloody
bandages,
I should have praised
with Paul and Silas in the jail
cell in the darkness of that
hour

After I’ve shredded Christ’s precious flesh
why would I take the whip to His back again
and open Him up
simply for a demonic urge
I needed to take up the sword
of the Word
battled those same devils
that mocked my Christ
so long ago,

After I’ve shredded Christ’s precious flesh
the cuts have scarred Jesus again
and I look upon the damaged tissue
an expression of fallen mankind
which knows not what it does
without the Good Shepherd
to lead him in the paths of
righteousness
and God takes the wounded
lamb upon His shoulders

After I’ve shredded Christ’s precious flesh

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