The Quintessence of Benefaction

My heart falls, it fades

All beauty at my expense frays

Dreams of old, formerly vivd

Melt as wax of candles burning livid

The truth absolute, I place asunder

By my wicked thoughts bred of toil and trouble

Compelled by woes of which I withhold

Unspeakable evils, common yet untold

The devil himself would turn in shame

I am merely a man, yet I play life as a game

Contempt.

But behold, in the heavens I see

A light that shines, illuminate me

Expose my inner works of darkness

Wash me clean of this filthiness

A man undistinguished in appearance

The embodiment of God in his spirit

As man he is beaten, scorned, and mocked

As God he endures, my sins he forgot;

'Twas grace that taught my heart to believe

'Twas grace that taught my eyes to see

Abdication.

I find more and more how wretched I am

When compared to my God, thus I cannot understand

How the kingdom could kiss the earth as it does

How the Christ could ravish my heart through his love

A transgressor, a harlot ruled by fleshly desire

No significance, no appeal, yet when touched by the fires

Made beautiful, pristine as a bride to be wed

Embraced in eager delight by the bridegroom who shed

Blood and flesh, the cross He bore

The weight of the world, to be redeemed, restored.

Benefaction.