Justification
When I was a child, I made up excuses,
whenever I knew I was wrong;
feelings of guilt; my peace, reduces;
my conscience wouldn’t go along.
Truth required, that I must accept blame;
for, my guilt was ever before me;
justice always comes, in the Master’s name;
from a Father who claims to adore me.
As wisdom grew, all my guilt expanded;
it seemed unable to leave me alone;
total foregiveness; was, by God, commanded;
as his conditions, for me coming home.
There was no way my actions were justified;
guilt became the air, that I breathed;
a new form of justice, need be applied;
one that I had never conceived.
The soul of the man became subdivided;
innocence remained in the garden of birth;
while the energy of evil; the Master decided;
would be cast down to the kingdom of earth.
The Master took all of my guilt, within;
then allowed himself to be arrested;
on a cross; guilt’s death would begin;
Evil’s actions were left uncontested.
The Master walked out of the empty tomb;
leaving death to lie on its cold dank floor;
a new dawn of life; arose from its womb;
and life was allowed to live once more.
Monty 1/5/23. # 1,403