The Older Brother

I once was lost and now I’m saved, the hand

Of God did pluck my soul from hellish pit

To which I ran with all my strength to drown

Myself in walls of rules of I spun and built.

I knelt and prayed in clean white cloth, a cross

Of gold around my neck and feet stripped bare

On  holy ground, proclaimed my purity.

But I could not myself to save with hands

Still stained with filth and grime and red and blood,

The crimson drops an endless life destroyed,

By me. And yet ’twas  me He came and saved.

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2 responses »

  1. Nathan Johnson says:

    Beautiful! But why is it called the older brother? His brother saves him at the end?

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