It was a deep wound,
Intended to bring death,
Inflicted by the spear,
Of a Roman Soldier.
Gaping open,
It released blood and water.
The blood of the new covenant,
The water of the Holy Spirit,
Yet to come.
The precious liquids,
Oozing to the surface,
Were the precious nutrients,
To give food and strength,
To the nation to come.
Inside that wound,
Deep in the side of my Savior,
The wound Satan meant for evil,
God planted a seed,
A bud,
A grafted nation,
A place for me.
That wound,
And the seed inside,
Were anointed with myrrh,
With aloes, and with spices.
Wrapped so carefully,
With the finest linen,
Preparing a cleft,
Of most Holy foundation,
For the Gentile to join,
God’s chosen.
Then came the moment,
When the linens were left,
In the shape of a man,
But hollow and unaltered,
As a message of release.
The moment when Christ,
With the grafted children,
Tucked safely beneath his arm,
Faced Satan and conquered death.
Now this nation,
Birthed in the side of Christ,
As Eve was birthed,
In the side of Adam,
Sat in communion,
At the right hand of God.
Guided forth,
Performing greater miracles,
Exhibiting greater power,
Flowing in the Holy Spirit,
The seed branched forward.
Inside that graft,
With its roots entwined,
Deep into the Master,
There is a leaf,
Turning to the Son,
Preparing to break forth,
And follow the way,
Set forth by Him.
It’s just one leaf,
Of the many branches,
Just one small part,
Of a mighty tree.
But on that leaf,
Is a name,
And that name belongs,
To ME.
Written 3-9-1999
By Linda J Humes
Linda J. Humes 