Reward

"The reward for trusting Him will be the salvation
of your souls." 1Peter 1:9

Father,

Jesus, Your Son, our Brother,
Rises tall and royal, as He
Holds salvation in His Scars, and,
As a freedom flag unfurling,
He stretches out His Hands
To the exiled and waiting.

With His Scar-Power, He sweeps away
The world's weaving spiders,
The seize of their sticky silk,
The grip of their steel strong webs, yes,
Gone the spinning snares -- SAVED.

With His Scar-Power, He unwalls
Adam's cities and towns in the soul,
All built on his Primal Sin's damp sands,
All tainted with night rain,
Gone the lonely seeker of poisoned pearls -- SAVED.

With His Scar-Power, He climbs
Temptation;s mountains with my soul,
He is my Staff of White Oak Wood that
That I hold through the demon's valleys and craigs; and
When my soul's feet palsy and totter,
I hold tight this Staff of White Oak Wood,
Gone is the tire of temptation's climb -- SAVED.

Father,

Self-will, that evil prophet, does not save, so
Break through my soul's stone walls, then
I will open to the reward of trust -- SALVATION.
[1 Peter 1:9]