A Reader's Poem.

The Everything Christ by Tenderfoot-In-Truth

Why is is that everybody seems to be sleeping awake? 

What other ways do we have?

Existence we have created,

For the survival of this very cheap loneliness.

Fulfilling!

We need something more, 

Something exuberant, 

Something great.

I wait for that day,

I can't understand the greatness of God 

I just dream 

Those in Christ will be glorified

Victorious, powerful, sinless,

Together with Christ 

Judging Together with Christ 

Ruling Together with Christ 

Without a single wrinkle.

Of the rubber of water, robbers vanished into the night 

Time meaningless 

Hours forgotten 

Seconds, minute ripples 

What is His love? 

What made me worth it?

A single breath 

For Him to come down and save me 

A worthless piece of dust and yet 

The breath was worth it all 

It was worth  

Everything

Livened, strengthened, and permitted 

Saved, determined, routed 

A single breath 

Upheld, predestined, secured 

Enamored, attracted, envisioned 

A greater I 

For the glory of the only One

The gracefully impartial Lord even in all the respects seeming none the kindest 

For the glory of the only 

The absolutely and indisputably, the irrevocably and unfathomably Great One 

The One great and just God 

Because I am sick of the alternative 
Satan tailored for me to wear 

And I am sick of the reflection of perfection 

I can no longer even kid myself with a clearance sale

Because the suit I wear is a custom-made clown costume 

Unsuspecting me 

Oh, silly, unsuspecting me!

I have given you the key 

Behind the veneer 

Behind the smile, behind the torment 

Behind the pride, behind the heartache 

Behind wickedness 

I ask are you done? 

Christ asks you are you done? 

Get in! 

Rush to claw to grab to climb to drive!

Never to receive rags of fine linen 

Come in now, immediately, and open! 

Time will pour out in a gust of wind that falls down a trail to nowhere 

And you will be eternally indistinguishable in a pool of darkness 

Returned to your master and 

For the wedding occasion

Yourself to blame you for mediocrity 

Behold something other than self-importance! 

You do not slam your pom-poms on the silent show 

Don't you do that 

The minuscule, mangled dance 

That you do not even qualify as 

Mediocre! 

Apparently, for the mediocre qualifier you have yourself 

Without Christ to blame

Under the place hidden 

Because, oh, with Christ, with the very thing of the everything Christ 

Nothing, yes, nothing, nothing at all! 

To blame you have yourself for 

Why, with the everything Christ 

You do not blame yourself 

You blame a blameless one! 

 And thus is swept the dust that collects 

And finally it is rid with, good riddance! 

In good sound and mind

In the everything Christ 

To bend the flaw aright 

Thank God, you can actually say good riddance! 

You can say good riddance! 

God in Christ bent the flaw aright

God bent the flaw aright.