Sense

1 Corinthians 15:42-44 

42 It is the same with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable, what is raised is imperishable. 43 It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; 44 it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.

 

The natural is common sense and is built on reason.

My mind can explain it ... it never goes away.

Give me any matter ... with some rhyme and reason,

I can explain it somehow ... as clear as night and day.

 

Sown in corruption ... bringing great dishonor

planted firm in weakness that undergirds my reason.

Floating in the darkness ... on a creek of dissatisfaction

a man without a peddle ... pondering my season.

 

Making up as I go ... religion as I want it.

Just to believe something that makes me feel at peace.

Groping and grasping at the rope called satisfaction,

that is slippery and oversized with all sin’s filth and grease.

 

A rope tied down to nothing ... slipping through my hands.

Hopeless and helpless ... I dangle there in nowhere.

Panic and fear ... dominate my being.

Hoping to be delivered ... to just anywhere.

 

The hand, that reaches out to me ... I cannot even see.

The voice that tenderly draws ... I ignore and cannot stand.

Oh, if could get my hands clear ... I would cover-up my ears.

But I just can’t do that unless ... I grab that “reaching” hand.

 

My feet drag in the mire ... I smell up to high heaven.

A worthless, rotten creature ... useless as can be.

But it does not matter to the hand that keeps on reaching

and the voice that softly whispers: ... “Come be part of Me”.

 

I’m so used to being dirty ... I even like my smell.

I like this place somehow ... where I spent all of my life.

But in fear and trembling ... I hunger to be different.

I must let go of that rope ... but I can’t give up, oh why?

 

Suddenly the rope is gone ... did it break to pieces?

I cry out in agony: ... “Oh, Lord!” I’m falling now.

I grasp the hand that’s reaching and He pulls me to Himself

my dirty, smelling being ... towards the brightness of His Gown.

 

We travel to forever and stand before the Cross

where Blood and water are streaming in a constant flow

from the man who saved me from falling ... in the pit of reprobation

now He slowly pushes me in The Blood ... that just flows and flows.

 

“Enough!” I cry “Enough!” ... but He is sweetly smiling.

“Lord! The first drop that touched me ... made feel so good”

then I slowly drank ... the Blood of my redemption

and felt also clean within ... I finally understood.

 

Jan Wienen