Give Me the Dirt
By Audrey Perry

For years they tried to take my Kingdom
Forcing their way with guilt and shame
Convincing all my little ones:
“Work hard, remove your shame!”
Brick by brick they covered my law
With the dos and don’ts of their pride
They patted their backs and padded their pockets
Constructed a temple with their lies
They took away people’s choices
Oppressed the poor with heavy chains
Convinced them with coercion
Manipulated my truths for their gain
Then they beat the backs of the children
Hushed my voice of wisdom in the street
Kept themselves far, far away
And called themselves priests!
They carved my name over their doorposts
Held feasts on the tops of graves
And in their bloody fields of filth
They dined like prostitutes depraved
They rose their cups to toast to arrogance
Their portion running rampant with disease
Wearing fancy garments in their religious courts
Covered with violence and greed
I beheld this horrid, gruesome scene
Looking down on My creation
I heard her groans and saw her pain
And was filled with holy frustration
And just as We’d decided
From the foundations of the earth
The time had come for deliverance
I asked my father, “Give me the dirt.”
I left a place that knew no pain
Knowing how much it would hurt
And pursued mankind with all my might
Crying out, “Father, give me the dirt!”
And there I dwelt among them
And beheld with my fleshly eyes
The distance they’d put between us
Their ears deafened to my cries
I loved them in their chaos
I touched them with my hands
I drew near so I could show them
Their Father understands
When I entered into my temple
And saw the bartering and weights
I told them I would tear it down
And rebuild it in three days
But their unbelief had blinded them
They didn’t understand what I meant
The kingdoms of their world were falling
And I would not relent
I let them tear my flesh wide open
The veil was ripped in two
And with my dying breath I cried,
“Father, let them be with you.”
After all the shaking
Silence settled in
My breathless body suspended
Ransomed for their sin
Forgiveness, such a filthy word
Piercing at its core
Costly blood and water given
Because I saw something more
Something more than sinful people
Something more than foolish pride
I saw there hidden in the dirty field
A pure and spotless bride
The work is now finished
My broken body’s exposed their lies
I’ve given you a wide-open door
Carved from my very side
Enter in and listen,
Won’t you hear wisdom’s call?
The power of sin’s been broken
Once and for all
Listen, oh ears and see, oh eyes!
You are why I came to earth
You are the precious, hidden treasure
I found hidden in the dirt

Wow!
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