More Than Tears

  

May I be moved

To more than tears

As I think
of Jesus Christ

Love left Heaven

To become

For my sin,

Sacrifice

May I be moved

To more than awe

Jesus,
As I contemplate

Your Perfection

Bathed in red

Pleading for

My hopeless state

May I be moved

To more than this;

Recognition
Of my need

As His blood

And righteousness

Defends Adam’s

Sin-cursed seed

May I be moved

Beyond myself

Lips, fingers
And footsteps shod

With touch-wonder

As I live

Every day

To serve my God

© Janet Martin