C R U S H E D

I crushed the lovely lavender

Held fast within my fingers

And, heaven sent, that soaring scent

Still in my memory lingers.

Jarred my jaded senses so

I thought not of the careless blow

Nor of the death to Beauty!

 

Eclipsing finery of Kings

The flowers God has so arrayed

Speaks of Wisdom’s higher power

And all The Artist’s Love has made.

What fragrant oil, what floral blood

That courses through each tender bud

And sweetens every breath!

 

What blessed scent wafts through the years

From Him, that sweetest Bloom of all

Transplanted to such sinful soil

Yet faithful to His Father’s call.

Bruised and crushed yet curse repealed

And now His empty tomb doth yield

The fragrance of forgiveness!

“But He was pierced through

   for our transgressions,

  He was crushed for our iniquities;

  The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him,

   and by His scourging we are healed.”

 

   Isaiah 53:5

© 2019 Ray McClendon

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