1 Peter 2:24 

24 He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, that we may cease from sinning and live for righteousness. By His wounds you were healed.

Turn me inside out and see what you can find

Anything worth keeping put it to the side

Go from top to bottom starting with my mind

and work your way down to get it all … right

What are you finding in my head between the empty spaces?

Is there lots of trash in corners that I simply kicked aside?

Is there any good in there or just many discarded faces

that I ignored when I had the chance to introduce The Christ?

Is there anything worth the keeping between my pointed ears?

Is what was seen and heard ... so useless it should be discarded?

Maybe on the way down a bit I’ll be different from my peers

Though most have a head like mine ... not to be outsmarted

Going down a little more searching for my spine

Something I could stand up with ... to show that I’m a man

Looking through the pile impatiently almost like in mime

Where is that darn thing ... please help me if you can

Did I not stand for anything? ... I guess that what it is

Well let me look for something else ... let’s try for my heart

Let me move this stone ... for goodness sake what is this?

This can’t be what I’m looking for ... so filthy and so hard

Is this who I am ... a slimy stone with thorns and thistles?

Making everyone bleed who comes close to me

Is this the man I am by choice ... a truly dead epistle

that should have been burned long ago ... for ashes I should be?

There is no use to go any farther ... there’s nothing worth the keeping

Just a pile of dirt that appears to have no value

It will turn back to dust ... nothing left for the reaping

I could have been someone ... to be delivered from this deluge

My stony heart dead on its side ... A voice calls: “Come forth”

The stone rolled aside splits open ... and there I appear

The smell seems now gone ... as the grave clothes fall apart

Alive in hope and white as snow ... all now seems so pure

It is not what I have done ... but what He did for me

The Voice, the Word, the Living One ... He died to set me free

True love flowing from the Throne ... that’s all I feel and see

The Blood in Love Christ gave alone ... on a hill called: “Calvary”

Jan Wienen