The Great Exchange...

                  COVENANT

Cancer, a single cell sin so tiny, so small,

With a hidden agenda of  winner takes all...

Christ, offspring of God, so eternal, so I AM

With a hidden agenda of  Death delivers man...

Infinite Spirit straight-jacketed into clay,

Emptying self , wildly, willingly, to obey.

Infinite Spirit robed in purity and light,

Shedding His robe, naked, birthed into darkest  night.

Halt, blind and lame, I weaken  as single cell sin

Cancers me, ravages me, without,  within.

Crawling, clinging to the ground underneath God's  cross,

I find a  healing born out of  Infinite loss.

Christ, Son of God, reduced to wearing sin and bone,

While I, child of Eve, wear His robes and dance on home.

No longer alone.

Philippians 2:5-10

II Corinthians 5:21

Hebrews 2:14-15, 17-18