Poem!

Our lives are dust, our bread is dust,

still yet we live and have blood

Oh, agony! My heart goes out,

a flame before the flood

Washed away, cast about, 

on what rock can I stand?

The waves of woe, alas! unto;

I've built upon the sand!

Does no one hear? Is nothing fast?

the silence groans, builds, roars!

Why this torment now inflict,

beyond torment of existing sores?

O God, oh why did I not trust?

why did I mock the way?

Now gnash my teeth, and lie beneath

the dull and heaving wave.

O Mighty, that I should have knelt,

my cares an anchor upon the Cross,

For in time, either way, though differently,

I would count it all as loss.

Lo, lo, and can it be?

Right then, my Christ, He sung out to me:

  "O, my child, why are you grieving?

    Why disquieted in Me?

    Hope in God, your faith retrieving;

    He will still your Refuge be."

Still? Still? 

But I drowned beneath the wave!

"Nay, child, child...

It was I within your grave.

And you in Me, and I in you,

so we together died.

And when I rose, you rose, too:

I oped the tomb up wide."

My Lord, Lord, how can this be,

for I did naught to change?

"That's right, " said He, "I AM the One

Who did with you exchange."

Abba, Father, how can I ever repay?

For, it's "eye for an eye": life for a life.

"Well, then die in Me, be dead to thee;

I've made you my Holy Wife.

Still, son and daughter: you cannot repay the price of the Lamb:

that's why the Lamb paid the price.

But two worthless birds, the price for the poor,

I yet will take and bless over twice."