-“The Lamb
slain from the foundation of the world” (Revelation 13:8) -
The beams of
the world are made from wood.
They’re
fastened with nails and stained with blood.
Embraced by the
outstretched arms of God,
They bind all
things for good.
The beams of
the world shore up our heart
For God’s
renovation, every part:
The clean up of
Satan’s poison dart;
Then our true
life shall start.
The beams of
the world are battle torn.
They rise
against evil, fear, and scorn.
Protecting the
weary, weak, and worn,
They guard the
coming morn.
The beams of
the world an outline trace,
Through order
and chaos, pain and grace.
They shape what
they bear, through time and space,
Revealing God’s
true face.
The beams of
the world are scales that weigh
The worth of a
life, a choice, a day,
By weight of a
God who works in clay,
And dies to
have his say.
The beams of
the world are lines and bars
That carry the
music of the stars;
The ballad of
long and hopeful wars,
Where God has
won his scars.
The beams of
the world hang low with fruit,
While sliver
and thorn send forth their shoot
Where God hung
his head, forlorn and mute,
And bowed to
plant their root.
The beams of
the world, unseen, untold,
Are stronger
than steel, more royal than gold.
All heaven and
earth they gently hold:
The hands of
God enfold.
The beams of
the world enthrone a King,
Like girders
that tower, and vault, and spring
The crossing he
died and rose to bring:
The life the
angels sing!
(Written by Dennis Evans, October 2004)
