Thoughts of a Condemned Criminal in the Final Hours Before Death
Apprehended. I welcomed my capture. I was tired of running, of hiding.
My trial was swift and sure. I confessed my deeds, begged for forgiveness. My sentence was just and merciful. The punishment: death.
I hung my head, but before I was led away, I heard a voice speak with authority, “Remove the shackles. Set this one free.”
I looked with wonder at the One who had come to my defense, the very One against whom I had committed crimes, worthy of His condemnation. Falling at His feet, I vowed my eternal devotion.
Others must know
What He has done for me
They must see
Wading…I demonstrate my commitment
I must die
To all that I was
Enemy of God
Down…I identify with His death
The silky feel of water
Touches my soul
Slides over my skin
Sinking…I surrender to His will
Death to self
Lying in a watery grave
Covered by the purity of love
Silence…I am no more
Buried with Him
My past is covered
My shame fades
Rising…I leave the darkness behind
I am lifted
From the pool of death
To newness of life
Praising…I am received into fellowship
I stand and lift my hands, watch the water carry my former life downstream and out into the depths of forgiveness. I am a new creation in Christ Jesus now; the old has passed away. His love claimed me. His blood paid the price for my sins. The power of His resurrection drew me from the jaws of death.
Alive…I am His
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