As a tree each is known,
There’s a path each life inevitably follow,
The destiny of each human’s soul,
To descend down the darkening hole.
At the edge of the pit,
my roots lift to take the destiny that fit,
the step before the long descent.
No return and nothing can defend.
But hey, what’s this…
a slightly bigger tree rushes me by,
to go before me and take the place of mine!
Oh, why?
As He is descending down,
I see the weighted life He bears;
that should have been my destined load.
He chose a path that would be unfair:
getting what he doesn’t deserve
and not getting what he deserves.
As I watch what He had to go through,
a path rough with agony and sorrow,
pain and disgust,
rejection, and people’s imperfect trust.
A path undeservingly tough.
Yet He did!
He bore my cross, He laid His life down.
I humbly frown, for an incomprehensible love.
At the bottom awaits the cross
the darkest point, the ultimate cost.
Death and death my deserving destiny was.
But because of whom He is,
Light from the holes’ opening downwardly dimmed.
Yet some way, out of the black grim,
there was a hope, the Light confirmed!
He rose from the dead and history was turned!
Only two destinies in these hands rest
Ever life or ever death!
The choice with me, in my breath:
I (still) accept the exchange, For His love,
all my wrong and all my best work
for His righteousness en-clothe.
Praise the One who made a way
to reconcile and to live!
Mercy and grace is in His name!
Now, one descent still remains,
my steps, down the darkening hole.
But now there’s a defense,
the path dimly lit with real hope!
I need not fear the death or grueling dark,
when I fix my eyes on that true light,
the dim becomes bright and my heart sparks.
His love and His Spirit and His Word has confirmed!
The final destiny, yes mine is turned.
Chimoné Bodenstein
