That other god

I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery. Thou shalt have no other gods but me
and free will.

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To what degree is the will free?
Can it choose to lose it’s chains
And at the ignominious cross see
That it has offended God’s reign?

        The realm of Christianity would be
        the domain of those smart enough to see
        (and what hope would there be
            for me?)

        The will is locked
        dead-set against freedom
        until
        a gentle refrain comes
        not to accuse
        but to fulfil
        to bear the bruise

No… we will not choose
not even agree,
not free indeed,
until the Son sets

Hmn. (A Consideration)

With solemn joy we sing
justice and grace
from hymnals,
songs about the Omniarch
who liberally lashed
wrath,
pained wages
poured on the Supereminent Son.

Remember that columnated cloud?
That firey firmness that held the beach?
He who opened the seas

now pelted in propitiation,
He flounders like a charioteer.

And down to death
– though not to damned decay –
He went.

There he defeated,
meted sting to,
the bee.

With substitutionary fee
– not mere amnesty –
He bought a remnant
that follows

a lamb now
raised
to life.

 

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