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Adam, In His Image


I am still deciding if I even like this! I know what the revelation was that God gave me. But I was not able to put it in words. I just can't get over the fact that Jesus took on flesh. It is messing with me and I tried/failed to put it in writing.

Adam, In His Image.

I own this new expression that fails to attach itself to paradise.
In the heat of the day I walk alone.
I have not the form I was given.
My speech is weaker now.
My laughter breaks to lament.
My life is ebbing away.
I labor, I toil, I sweat, I ponder.
I have bowed low to hear a lie and bent low to hear the ponderings of a snake.
I have mastered sorrow and I have grown faint.

The future I see not.
I only see a thorn, a cross, I witness my naked flesh.
Sun scorched back.
Made in His Image.
For this fruit I stole, He made Himself reflect that.

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