His Passion

Passion; it formed the universe

Dividing Day and Night

It clothed the earth in miracles

And filled the dark with light

It placed in Eden’s garden

A woman and a man

And in the passion of their greed

Man’s greatest need began

Passion; it burns in mortal loins

In searing, selfish lust

It feeds the greed of sinful seed

And taints the wanton dust

Ten thousand-thousand altars built

Ten thousand-thousand flames

Could not redeem our wretched guilt

Or wash away our shame

Passion; it burned in Holy Wrath

And filled God’s heart with grief

To see the nations of the earth

Blinded in unbelief

It tore through Heaven’s glory

A fire born of Love

Compelling Him to leave the throne

His Passion’s depth to prove

Passion; it clothed I AM in flesh

To walk a skull-strewn path

While we drove nails through holy limbs

He prayed on our behalf

Passion; it bled from guiltless wounds

It poured in agony

To save mankind from death and hell

He died to set us free

Oh can we ever comprehend

A Passion such as this

That He should cover our sin

In Holy Righteousness

Passion; it fills the law of grace

Extending Time’s last plea

Passion; it saves the human race

From hell’s eternity

Janet Martin

Poetic Bloomings Prompt: Burning Passion