For redemption
He chased us
To His stable bed,
Born of water and blood
While He knew
He’d be lead,
To a cross on a hill
Where he’d suffer and die,
Then journey to Hell
To battle the Night,
Longing for Day
To captives he’d preach,
Past, present, and future
His Life would reach,
Covenant of Old
His own death would keep.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.