Is it irreverent
to believe what I believe about you?
To be so preoccupied with your scars?
With your limitless love, with your rescue?
I have been so wrong about so many things-
could it be I am wrong about you, too?
I hope not- somehow, I know not, with a certainty I do not understand-
Because you are my desperation
and my hope.
You are my longing
and my fulfillment.
You are the death I must die
and the air that I breathe.
You are the lion that tears and conquers
and the lamb that falls in sacrifice.
But most of all,
You are the rock on which I fall and shatter
and the rock of my redemption.