Flesh is Grass

 

Stand and stare at brokenness- flesh is grass and so we see

One walked on, splintered, crushed by life

For that is what Christ came to be!

 

Bone and blood, muscle and skin

What profanity He has wrapped His glory in!

We cringe at the sight in our sterility

Dumbfounded by this Holy Mystery!

 

Flesh is grass and it shall surely pass

'Til it's glorified one day

Flesh is grass- but the Spirit shall last

Because of the flesh the Word became

 

A terrible love broke through the bounds

Of space and time in every place

in every age He now is found

By any one who will seek his face!

 

We see our ways unto the stars

And are stopped by fesh's prison bars

But now slip your hand into God's wound

And fall on your face at what you've found!

 

Flesh is grass and it shall surely pass

'Til it's glorified one day

Flesh is grass- but the Spirit shall last

Because of the flesh the Word became

 

10-17-92

Anthony Foster