Buried No More

"Tetelestai!" and I Walk Free

Image taken at the monastery of Montserrat, Spain

A Good Friday Reflection

A short meditation in poem form for Good Friday—journeying from darkness to the light of His finished work.

“…‘It is finished,’…” (John 19:30, ESV)

Unmired

I crawl to Him
dragging mortal mud,
layered and caked
heavy with time,
stuck, stuck.

Face down
defeated, 
despairing,
spent, done.

Darkness descends, 
Shadows surround,
no way out.
No way out!


“Tetelestai!”


I look up—
grace wounds,
His open heart
pours, pours
divine blood
and living water, 
washing away
(washing away!) 
the clinging clay
I tried to hide.

Freedom carved into flesh
for those made of earth, of dirt.

Now I can stand
in the light 
from The Only Rising Son—
unmired,
cleansed, cleansed.

It. 
IS.
Finished.

Astonished, I walk free,
(walk free!)




“He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.” 

(Ps. 40:2, ESV)

The rising morning sun over Barcelona.

For Worship:

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross by Keith and Kristyn Getty