For they Don't Know The Cost

“they don’t know the cost”

i come to You Lord in the rags of this earth
i bring to You the ashes of my good works
apart from You that’s what they are.
i fall before Your Throne not always
composed,
with prayers
that are tears
and cries,
babblings,
and silences,
i come with prayers of a babe
with prayers of a toddler
with the prayers of a child whose cries
only want to be stilled by Her Father
i am not eloquent,
my words open me
only to expose the deepest caverns
of my being
not to boast
but to weep at how fallen humanity really is
of a people who does only continually evil
and the great Mercy You continue to give
from The Glory of Your Hands
How You Left Your Throne Above The Stars
Your Throne of Lights, and Power
The Throne of Your Godhead
to be with children of such savagery and cruelty
to be with an unclean people whose infidelity only grieved
and yet, You Stripped Yourself of Your Throne,
Hid Your Glory and Power
to be beaten by the works of Your Hands
You were beaten as the gold on the cherubim
You are The Mercy Seat and You sprinkled Your Blood
to make us a clean people
to cast the shackles of our sins at the feet of the enemy
You cried with The Glory of Your Majesty,
“IT IS FINISHED!”