A Life So Pure

When weighed upon
Those ancient scales,
And seen against
The cross with nails,

My life is doomed,
I can not stand
Without mercy,
His saving hand.

The Lord, so pure,
He conquered death,
While giving up
His final breath.

His life so filled
With heaven's Grace,
He stood in place
Of Human race.

The Father, Judge,
Looked down and wept
At love so strong,
His wrath now slept.

Christ's love, so pure,
Mirrors His own,
He sent angels,
"Remove that stone!"

The Son came forth
Like brilliant day,
Out from the tomb
Where He did lay.

His life so full
Of truth and grace,
covering now
the human race.

Our only hope,
His saving touch,
Crowned by jewels,
Gold, pearls and much.

His life so pure,
The Father's goals,
He covers our sins,
Redeems our souls.

Accept His gift,
Take hold His hand.
He won't let go,
Now take your stand.

1 Corinthians 15:45
So also it is written, "The first man, Adam, became a living soul." The last Adam became a life-giving spirit.

This poem was a finalist in the June 2023 poetry contest