Sacrifice

JD Peffer on Mar 31, 2009

Tags: aroma, blood, broken, burn, carpenter, flames, Life, pleasing, Poetry, sacrifice

When grace meets love and acceptance follows. There is no turning back.

Make my life go down in flames.
Let it crash and burn,
set it ablaze as a burnt offering
as I pray the aroma will be pleasing to you.
Burn away all that is not good
for this is no longer my life.
You bought it with you precious blood,
but I ask you, “ Did you not know, though,
when you purchased this toy, that it was
Broken?”
You reply, “Do you not know I have a carpenter’s hands?”

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Candice on Apr 21, 2009
I can’t even begin to say how much this is complete awesome-ness.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how God burns our bonds by burning away our worldly flesh in self sacrifice…and you write me a poem all about it! It’s amazing! Thanks, Joe.
cheyenne on Apr 22, 2009
The last four lines are especially beautiful. It’s such a wonderful way to put it.. Perhaps Jesus being born to a carpenter and following in that trade was intended to be symbolic, haha. Nonetheless, this is great; it’s very simplistic.
Sarah on Apr 22, 2009
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! i love this. this is so awesome. And what do i like about it? Everything.
Definitely love the last four lines.
Well done.
Amy on Apr 22, 2009
you expresses feelings so well. i love it!!
Amy P on Apr 25, 2009
Great poem! I really like it.

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