tfc

it's not fair. 
it's not fair that you get to waltz in
like you own the place
strutting around with your head held high
daring anyone with your hard eyes
to question your bold moves
you pretend as if everything is 
as it's always been 
when it is not.
it has been anything but.
you have left a destructive mess in your wake
hearts are scattered about
in reckless abandon
shalom is trying to be established
and here you are 
dipping into it 
with your unclean fingers
so brightly stained.
and would you look at her,
i mean really look at her
she stands before you
the crown of creation 
without blemish
she radiates Christ
and extends fingers, eyes, and heart
of forgiveness, grace, and love,
how she shines
how she shines
she no longer is held by your chains
but she has submitted herself to 
the Father of Light
she still whispers your name 
in kindness
not in vain.
so don't you dare 
come in here with that strut
with those wounds 
you caused
with that unfaithfulness
you spilled
and act like it is your rightful place 
to slip back in line,
back to the front of the ship 
as captain jack
where are your knees, sir.
find them and use them
where is your face, sir?
find it and fall flat on it
drink in His mercy and forgiveness,
better yet, ask for it, 
please ask quietly for it,
and plea for a dip in the 
Living Water
so that you may be washed 
in His name
and be redeemed, 
renewed,
and reconciled
to your Father in Heaven,
to the beautiful wife you 
made covenant with 
7 years ago and forever still.
please.
don't come in here 
with your head held high,
but with a heart broken 
and made small 
before men,
with hands open and unclenched
 in complete surrender,
she welcomes you 
with a hopeful and tender heart
we watch with 
cautious protective eyes
but we will follow her lead.