Torn

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I have sweat so much blood

In this Eden turned Gethsemane,

Died so many deaths,

Been consumed in the furnace of this world,

That I am now

More Spirit than substance

More Flame than flesh

Torn

Like that Veil

Two thousand years ago

To let in Heaven

-The very Veil men, 

mere hirelings who purport to represent Providence

Have spent centuries patching up,

The repulsive presumption of peddling Providence from pulpits

The high treason of imposing taxes on the exports of Heaven -

So He finds a way around

As He always has,

Like a River running around impertinent pebbles

Like an Ocean surging over impostor shores

Through Ruffian Royalty

Through human holy of holies,

Through those who,

Like their Leader,

Would lay down their lives

Would give their all

Would be Torn

So that Living Water

and Covenant Blood

Could once again

Flow Freely

For the sake of seeing His Kingdom Come

For the sake of His Will be Done

For the sake of once again

Letting in His "Let there be..."

For the sake of His Beloved,

Let us be

Torn

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-Matthew 6:10