An Invitation

Meet me at the cross—

Where hope

breaks the back of knees

Humbling man

in the holy presence of God

For even gravity

Knows Him as anchor

You’ll be lowly—

Seeing how man’s best intentions

can’t flicker beside

the holiness of God

This is Adam’s shame:

That man once bore

the fullness of Gods image

And still

chose otherwise

But God

He saw beyond eyelash

to you,

to me.

He saw the promise of Jesus

And He meets us at the cross,

arms stretched wide,

showing us

what love truly is.

And it is Him.

Everything

our first parents needed

to want more than anything

on that day.

So meet me at the cross—

or better yet,

come with me.

For God is far greater

than rubies or diamonds,

which adorn the body

but never transcend the earth.

He is—

and was—

and is yet to come.

Be faithful.

Be grateful.

Be loved.

For these are the treasures

we will carry

to God above.

And He will be blessed by them,

and we

will be blessed by Him—

Forever.