We're the Lord's Prayer incarnate. We have certainly trespassed against each other. ~ Pete Townshend about Roger Daltrey
Offensive. Blasphemous. Sacrilege.
Won't God be offended?
Don't we wear our offenses,
our trespasses, around our necks,
a fetter to our past, to our sins?
How can we presume to find kinship
with the almighty, the creator,
the everlasting, omnipotent, the one?
Like the woman caught in adultery,
when other sinners would stone her
the Power does not condemn
but loves. Like the thief on the cross
pardoned for asking, whether he understood
or not, welcomed. Like Paul said
that nothing – not death, not life,
not angels, principalities, powers —
not our inadequacies and failures
can separate us. Truly we are
The Lord's Prayer in the flesh.
Won't God be offended?
Don't we wear our offenses,
our trespasses, around our necks,
a fetter to our past, to our sins?
How can we presume to find kinship
with the almighty, the creator,
the everlasting, omnipotent, the one?
Like the woman caught in adultery,
when other sinners would stone her
the Power does not condemn
but loves. Like the thief on the cross
pardoned for asking, whether he understood
or not, welcomed. Like Paul said
that nothing – not death, not life,
not angels, principalities, powers —
not our inadequacies and failures
can separate us. Truly we are
The Lord's Prayer in the flesh.
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