When Sin Becomes Bitter, Christ Will Become Sweet

It's Morning, Jesus

Isaiah limped into your presence
Hungry for a glimpse of you
Worn out by sin
Wearied by his culture
Torn by the failures of his nation
How sweet was the vision you gave him of YOU.

But this world cannot undestand
How grand and lovely you are
For you are abstract compared to the klaediscopic images of t.v. and computer.
You are silent compared to the I-Buds in their ears

Lord, show us the real condition of our lives
Our selfishness and greed
Our lust and shame
Show us and let us taste the true bitterness of sin
Like that prodigal who ate pig slop.

When sin becomes bitter,
the feast at the Father's house will be sweet.
Amen