i bring nothing to this Table of God

i bring nothing to this Table of God,
but the calloused heart of a sinner
i’ve eaten the crumbs off the edges
of death’s table,
it’s bread dripping with poison
i come to You convulsing
and vomitting with the food
of this world,
my soul in a deplorable state,
corneas singed and burned
i grope in this darkness
they call light,
i cover my myself
in the rags of prosperity,
i drag my leaden legs,
no longer able
to walk,
paralyzed by fear
the milk of violence
drips from every tongue
embracing every foul
spirit,
passes for concilation,
political correctness
for morality,
You sit as a King,
i see the humility
in Your Heart,
Your Crown,
twisted thorns,
Your arms,
were bruised,
the Bread You
Break is Tender
maggots do not
wriggle from fruit
just sliced,
The Cup You Drink
is Love.

i bring nothing of worth
to Your Table
but a leper’s flesh,
“if you are willing,
cleanse me.”

Jesus said,
“I Am willing be cleansed.”

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