A letter, written in scarlet, bears the names of the fallen,
And is nailed upon that cross where you erased history
That the very breath of God could once again flow through men.
Darkness was overcome and death was silenced.
You look back at us and call us your own,
Perfect, beloved, beautiful and cherished bride.
From death to life and from darkness to light,
You call us innocent. You call us perfect.
In our earthly flesh, we look to the heavens
And see the majesty and the wonder of all that you designed,
And in your shadow beneath your created expanse,
We cannot fathom the love which compelled you.
“Who am I” David said, “that you would be mindful of me”
Yet, upon that cross, with thunder shaking the ground,
through the torn veil and shatter stones split by the movement of the earth,
and beyond the darkness which covered the heavens and blackened the sky, You wrote these words in red,
“I AM the Infinite, I AM the son, the master of the dust, the breath of life,
I AM the king above all kings, author of heaven and earth, I AM the Immortal,
the shaper of all that was, all that is, and all that ever will be.
And here, upon this cross, I AM the Savior of Man. It is who I AM that I am mindful of you.”
“For I AM God.”
“And on this day, by this blood, you belong to me.”